| Yesterday arrived too quickly
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| Caught me right off guard
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| My defence moved in too slowly
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| Missed it by a yard
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| I’d just settled down
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| With a bottle of gin
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| So I moved on to whiskey
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| And it hit me again
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| Memories were raining punches
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| Down on my head
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| Knocked me into the past so quickly
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| They almost raised the dead
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| So I drank some more booze
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| And it helped me to sleep
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| Where I dreamed of my youth
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| And the secrets I keep
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| Oh history is a friend of mine
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| She comes over to my place
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| And we have a good time
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| But the memories
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| She sometimes brings with her
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| Get out of line
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| They’re out of line
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| Show me things I don’t want to see
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| (Wanna see, wanna see, wanne see)
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| Remind me of who I thought I was gonna be
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| (Ganna be, gonna be, gonna be)
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| Take me places I used to go
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| (Used to go, used to go)
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| A long long time ago
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| When I woke I remembered nothing
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| Suppose that’s just as well
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| And although my head was aching
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| I could hear a bell
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| So I put on some clothes
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| And I reached my front door
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| When I pulled it wide open
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| She joined me once more
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| Oh history is a friend of mine
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| She comes over to my place
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| And we have a good time
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| But the memories
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| She sometimes brings with her
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| Get out of line
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| They’re out of line
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| Show me things I don’t want to see
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| (Wanna see, wanna see, wanna see)
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| Remind me of who I thought I was gonna be
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| (Ganna be, gonna be, gonna be)
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| Take me places I used to go
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| (Used to go, used to go)
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| A long long time ago
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| A long long time ago |