| Unsentimental,
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| Driving around,
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| Unsure of myself,
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| Sure of it now,
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| You stand this close to me,
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| Like the future was suppose to be,
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| In the eyes of the Grocery,
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| In the block uptown,
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| I remember,
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| Remember well,
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| But if I forgotten,
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| Could you tell,
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| In the shadow of your first attack,
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| I was questioning and looking back,
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| You said baby we don’t speak of that,
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| Like a real aristocrat,
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| Compound to compound,
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| Lazy and safe,
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| (Wanting leave it)?
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| (Born in two way)?
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| When the taxi door was open wide,
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| I pretended I was horrified,
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| By the uniform clothes outside,
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| Of the court yard gate,
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| You’re not a victim,
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| But neither am I,
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| Nostalgic for garbage,
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| Desperate for time,
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| I could blame it on your mother’s head,
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| Or the colors that you father wears,
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| But I know that I was never fair,
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| You were always fine,
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| Unsentimental,
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| Driving around,
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| Sure of myself,
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| Sure of it now,
|
| You stand this close to me,
|
| Like the future was suppose to be,
|
| In the eyes of the Grocery,
|
| In the blocks uptown,
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| I remember,
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| Remember it well,
|
| But if I forgotten,
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| Would you tell,
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| In the shadow of your first attack,
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| I was questioning and looking back,
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| You were standing on another track,
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| Like a real aristocrat |