| Right next to her red, sunburnt face
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| It all had happened in that long tall grass
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| About a mile from her old place
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| And I can’t remember how it started
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| And if it lasted that day in the sun
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| We said that we were going to study hard
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| We held our books instead of hands
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| She held a blanket over cans of beer
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| I can’t deny I was so full of fear
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| It’s just another story caught up
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| In another photograph I found
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| And it seems like another person lived
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| That life a great many years ago from now
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| When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
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| I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time
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| When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
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| I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time
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| And there’s the first time that I tried that stuff
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| I think I look a little green
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| I remember throwing up behind a bush
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| And I found it hard to use my feet
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| And who’s that easily led little boy
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| Who’s really off his head?
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| It was the same night that I kissed that girl
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| The tall one with the auburn hair
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| I remember laughing 'cause to kiss me
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| She had to sit down on a chair
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| She tasted like the schnapps she’d drunk
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| And the cigarette she’d stolen from her mum
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| And it’s just another story caught up
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| In another photograph I found
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| When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
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| I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time
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| When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
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| I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time
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| Hey!
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| When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
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| I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time |