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Found myself just the other day |
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In the backyard of a friends place |
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Thinking about you |
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Thinking of the crowd you're in |
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What you're up to, where you've been |
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Just thinking |
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You know the clothes that you wear |
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And the color in your hair |
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Shouldn't change you |
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Now you tell me why is it so |
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You're bigger than Mighty Joe |
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At least you think so |
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God my fingers burn now |
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When I think of touching your hair |
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You have changed so much that I don't know |
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If I can call you and tell you I care |
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And I would love to bring you down |
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And plant your feet back on the ground |
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Threw my smoke down on the ground |
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Turned my head and I heard the sound |
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That reminded me of the days so young and sweet |
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Always so much fun to me, at least I thought so |
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Now you think you're so damn fine |
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You can rule the world, no, not mine |
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I don't think so |
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You know the scene that you're in |
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And the people that you've been with |
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Just get to me |
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But you think I'm not as cool |
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As you are so beautiful |
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Who you fooling? |
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Well I'm here to tell you, babe, |
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The game you're in is just a game |
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So damn pretentious |
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You think you're so beautiful, so beautiful |