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there goes my brother i know from my childhood. |
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there goes my brother that i doesn't know me now. |
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too emberassing!it's too emberassing. |
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i want to greet him,but i don't know how... |
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in kindergarten we shared everything, |
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we were family forever. |
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kings of the hill and the chiefs of the playground, |
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parents hated us but we didn't care. |
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the two-little indians who fukked all the cowboys up... |
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we killed everyone with our plastic-guns (bang!bang!). |
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but that is long ago,you don't know me no more.. |
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but bakk in the sandbox we were the ones. |
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yo,should i greet,should i not? |
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should i speak,should i not? |
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should i let him pass me by? |
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but what if he doesn't recognize my face? |
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i'm his brother from bakk in the days! |
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yo,should i run,should i hide? |
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should i jump on the side? |
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should i let him walk away? |
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maybe it's better, |
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but i will never know if i dont even try... |
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hey... |
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there goes my brother i know from my childhood. |
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there goes my brother that i doesn't know me now. |
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too emberassing!it's too emberassing. |
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i want to greet him,but i don't know how... |