| there goes my brother i know from my childhood.
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| there goes my brother that i doesnґt know me now.
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| too emberassing! |
| itґs too emberassing.
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| i want to greet him, but i donґt 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 didnґt 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 donґt 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 doesnґt recognize my face?
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| iґm 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 itґs 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 doesnґt know me now.
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| too emberassing! |
| itґs too emberassing.
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| i want to greet him, but i donґt know how… |