| Looking through the photos you find in my draw
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| Laughing so hard you’re rolling around on the floor
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| At all the bad haircuts and smoking cigarettes
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| The lustless romantic trying hard to impress
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| Well that’s just me before we met
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| Well that’s just me before we met
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| Putting down the photos you look up at me
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| Enjoying the thought of the person I used to be
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| The things I was proud of
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| The things I regret
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| Some things I remember
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| Some things I forget
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| Well that’s just me before we met
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| Well that’s just me before we met
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| Well I’ve always had a wild imagination
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| And a see through heart
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| Which I know can be a wild combination
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| Like a flame forms from a spark
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| But don’t be shy
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| Be brave little champion
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| It’s better to live than to hide
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| Well that’s just me before we met
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| Well that’s just me before we met
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| Well don’t be shy, be brave little champion
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| (Well that’s just me before we met)
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| But don’t be shy, be brave little champion
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| (Well that’s just me before we met)
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| Well don’t be shy, be brave little champion
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| (Well that’s just me before we met)
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| But don’t be shy, be brave little champion
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| (Well that’s just me before we met)
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| Well that’s just me before we met
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| Well that’s just me before we met |