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I have this dream about Charli XCX Finding her way to me on a train From the London Eye to the Big Ben She knows who I am She's studied my prose She's read all of my texts I die like 15 times inside just watching her undress She grows like my mother with the same warm brow Like childhood holidays gone I say something weightless Like where the hell do you fall from? But she understands me Looks at me with wide eyes like she's found god again She's in soft focus all around me I can't see the football game On my dad's sofa We are still And we never look at our phones anymore I can't think of anything better Than your hand on my sweater Tell me please am I the boyfriend you need I shouldn't have wrote you that letter Believe me I'll try to do better Oh tell me Charli please Songtexte Screams I should not have wrote you that letter Believe me I'll try to be better Where it means Charli In dreams Screams Oh Charli My bed sheets are wet Oh Charli I pray to forget In dreams my face is still in your chest Oh your generous loan to me Your crippling interest My bed sheets are wet Oh Charli I pray to forget In dreams my face is still in your chest Oh your generous loan to me Your crippling interest Aus Songtexte Mania