| There was a guy at my school when I was in high school
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| We’d ride side by side in the morning on our bicycles
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| Never even spoken or faced each other
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| But on the last hill we’d race each other
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| When we reached the racks, we’d each go our own way
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| I wasn’t in his classes, I didn’t know his name
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| When we finally got to speak, he just stared at his feet
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| And mumbled a sentence that ended with James
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| I was young and caught in the crowd
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| I didn’t know then what I know now
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| I was dumb and I was proud
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| And I’m sorry
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| If I could go back, do it again
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| I’d be someone you could call friend
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| Please, please believe
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| That I’m sorry
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| Well, he was quite a big guy, kinda shy and quiet
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| When the kids called him weird, he didn’t try to deny it
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| Every lunchtime he’d spend walkin' by himself
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| 'Round the boundary of the grounds till he heard the bell
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| Well, one day I found him, joined him on his walk
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| We were silent for a while until we started to talk
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| I told him my family were fightin' in court
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| He said his step-dad and him always fought
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| We talked about music, he was into punk
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| Told me all the bands that I liked were junk
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| I said I’d never heard the songs the Sex Pistols sang
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| I laughed back at him and then the bell rang
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| I was young and caught in the crowd
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| I didn’t know then what I know now
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| I was dumb and I was proud
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| And I’m sorry
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| If I could go back, do it again
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| I’d be someone you could call friend
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| Please, please believe
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| That I’m sorry
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| It was after school in the afternoon
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| The corridors were crowded as we came out of the rooms
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| Three guys I knew pushed him into the cement
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| Threw away his bag and said he had no friends
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| He yelled that he did and he looked around
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| Tried getting up but they pushed him on down
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| That’s when he saw me, called out my name
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| And I turned my back
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| And just walked away
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| Yeah, I turned my back
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| And just walked away
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| I was young and caught in the crowd
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| I didn’t know then what I know now
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| I was dumb and I was proud
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| And I’m sorry
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| If I could go back, do it again
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| I’d be someone you could call friend
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| Please, please believe
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| That I’m sorry
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| Please, please believe
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| That I’m sorry |