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A strange thing happened to me when I was way |
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Younger than I am today. Isn't it stange |
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to see that things never really go away |
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I thought it was all under control |
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But time suddenly took its toll |
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And gave me a role to play |
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With my face on the floor |
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I wish I could tell you more |
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Strange words came out from my mouth |
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In a way I'd never known, |
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like talking over the phone |
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Years later, I'm standing right at the place |
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I talked about on that most peculiar day |
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With no change to get away. |
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With my face on the floor |
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I wish I could tell you more |
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Things just stick around and they never go away |
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It keeps coming back, |
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Always follows your tracks |
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A strange thing happened to me when I was way |
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Younger than I am today. |
