| Embarrassing kid looks into the mirror
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| And grins like an idiot at his own face
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| For as long he lives he will not be delivered
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| From the stuff that he did, from his teenage mistakes
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| I can barely believe it
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| How I went and let the old school down
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| Yeah, whatever can I have been thinking of?
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| Embarrassing kid, I squirm at the memory
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| Try to bang down the lid on the can of worms
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| It remains pretty strange and uncomfortable territory
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| Where my secrets are hidden, however absurd
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| I can hardly conceal it
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| How my ashen face got drained of blood
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| Yeah, everybody can have a damn good laugh
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| Embarrassing kid, you don’t know the half of it
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| But I’d stake a few quid you’ve got gaffes of your own
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| Take a look at yourself and you might have to laugh a bit…
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| But the teeth that you grit, well at least they’re your own
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| And yes at the end of the day
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| We get what we’ve given away
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| You bet: our eternal embarrassment |