| Here’s a friend of a friend of
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| Never spoke the lad before
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| He is only in his 10th year
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| I’m in 12, so he’s ignored
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| Smiling eyes and he says; |
| maybe baby
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| And then we laugh our heads off
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| It’s like he puts his words in my mouth
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| Kind of odd to come across
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| The cosmic tumblers clicking into place
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| Who are you?
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| Did we meet before we met?
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| Who are you?
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| I haven’t found myself, not yet
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| We’re not to be separated
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| We start a band an play it cool
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| Dress in unison, get noticed
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| And kiss the same girl after school
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| We make a virtue of necessity
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| Who are you?
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| Did we meet before we met?
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| Who are you?
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| I haven’t found myself, not yet
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| But when she arrived, that crush, that made your life
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| And I moved away
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| We became that old cliche
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| Sometimes we meet and happily talk shop
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| I can’t stop thinking
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| Who are you?
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| Have we ever met before?
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| Who are you?
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| Are you still the same? |