| I’m of Smith’s friends
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| A charming man, well that depends
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| On a bicycle with blindfolded eyes
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| The smart dress was, all a disguise
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| How soon is now? |
| I really can’t say
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| but I like it here, can I stay?
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| Heaven knows I’m indifferent now
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| But my mother told me you reap what you sow
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| The headmasters ritual was the anthem of the tall
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| But frankly, it meant nothing at all
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| How soon is now? |
| I really can’t say
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| but I like it here, can I stay?
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| You told me to never forget
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| the songs that make me smile
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| But the songs that make me cry
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| are more of my style
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| PopTellefRaabeTellefRaabeofsmith’sfriends |