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Here's a friend of a friend of |
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Never spoke the lad before |
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He is only in his 10th year |
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I'm in 12, so he's ignored |
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Smiling eyes and he says; maybe baby |
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And then we laugh our heads off |
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It's like he puts his words in my mouth |
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Kind of odd to come across |
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The cosmic tumblers clicking into place |
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Who are you? |
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Did we meet before we met? |
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Who are you? |
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I haven't found myself, not yet |
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We're not to be separated |
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We start a band an play it cool |
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Dress in unison, get noticed |
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And kiss the same girl after school |
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We make a virtue of necessity |
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Who are you? |
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Did we meet before we met? |
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Who are you? |
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I haven't found myself, not yet |
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But when she arrived, that crush, that made your life |
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And I moved away |
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We became that old cliche |
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Sometimes we meet and happily talk shop |
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I can't stop thinking |
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Who are you? |
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Have we ever met before? |
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Who are you? |
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Are you still the same? |
