Littlest Things (Live at the Astoria)

[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing

Especially when I have to watch other people kissing

And I remember when you started calling me your missus

All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses

I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood

I don't know why I trusted you, but I knew that I could

We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt

I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt

[Pre-Chorus]

Dreams, dreams

Of when we had just started things

Dreams of you and me

And it seems, it seems

That I can't shake those memories

I wonder if you have the same dreams too

[Chorus]

The littlest things that take me there

I know it sounds lame, but it's so true

I know it's not right, but it seems unfair

That the things are reminding me of you

Sometimes I wish we could just pretend

Even if only for one weekend

So come on, tell me

Is this the end?

[Verse 2]

Drinking tea in bed, watching DVD's

When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines

You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers

As if we ever needed anything to entertain us

The first time that you introduced me to your friends

And you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand

When I was feeling down, you made that face you do

There's no one in the world who could replace you

[Pre-Chorus]

Dreams, dreams

Of when we had just started things

Dreams of me and you

And it seems, it seems

That I can't shake those memories

I wonder if you feel the same way too

[Chorus]

The littlest things that take me there

I know it sounds lame, but it's so true

I know it's not right, but it seems unfair

That the things are reminding me of you

Sometimes I wish we could just pretend

Even if only for one weekend

So come on, tell me

Is this the end?

The littlest things that take me there

I know it sounds lame, but it's so true

I know it's not right, but it seems unfair

That the things are reminding me of you

Sometimes I wish we could just pretend

Even if only for one weekend

So come on, tell me

Is this the end?

Littlest things that take me there

I know it sounds lame, but it's so true

I know it's not right, but it seems unfair

That the things are reminding me of you

[Outro]

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