| It’s like he’s sleeping now
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| He got married in a rush
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| Eight months on and summer’s gone
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| He finds it hard to adjust
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| He’s feeling younger now
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| Younger than he was before
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| He wishes he could change his mind
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| Yeah old mistakes they seem so small
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| And if he had to be you
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| Then he’d get out and do the things he’s always wanted
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| Standing outside
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| Like a joker on a hill
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| He’s drawing crazy patterns
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| With his shoes
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| Some people push by
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| And everyone is cursing them
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| But he doesn’t raise his hand
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| He broke his dreams and lost a friend
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| He’s asking questions now
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| Caught in his confusion
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| He shakes his head and looks at me
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| Then he shouts out loud
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| If you had to be me
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| Would you get out and do the things you’ve always wanted
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| Standing outside
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| Like a joker on a hill
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| He’s drawing crazy patterns
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| With his shoes
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| Standing outside
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| Like a joker on a hill
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| He’s drawing crazy patterns
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| With his shoes
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| It’s like he’s sleeping now
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| When you’re gazing at the floor
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| And on this late night
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| It’s getting harder now harder now
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| Standing outside
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| Like a joker on a hill
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| He’s drawing crazy patterns
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| With his shoes
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| Standing outside
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| Like a joker on a hill
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| He’s drawing crazy patterns
|
| With his shoes
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| He’s drawing crazy patterns
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| With his shoes
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| He’s drawing crazy patterns
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| With his shoes |