Old times
Yesterday sure feels like old times
We were lovers, we were good friends
I laughed at her jokes and witty puns
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Humble beginnings are the ones that were hard
Momma crying, begging me not to go so far
I held my tears as I held her tight
I said momma forgive me, but I need a start
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I will remember you
As the girl from down the street
The street in that French state
A dream place, that's now obsolete
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Change, I need to make some change
Like a bird, I want to leave this cage
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She stood up, and started to dance on her toes
I asked her to sit down, she must take it slow
Tunisia, Egypt, Libya & Syria.. what else to blow?
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I want to say goodbye, I wanna get lost
Literally lost in this ugly yet beautiful world
I want to hide in the dark like a ghost
In a distant place to heal my wounds
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When you get to the top, you think you can fly
Your only mistake would be forgetting to look down
To see your feet touching a surface of some kind
To remember you're a human, not better than anyone
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Deep down I ask if I am looking, Am I looking?
Looking to find, or to be found I am looking?
Inside my chest my heart is glass, is it broken?
I am not broken, I am sure, here is my token
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Dandelions like my hair are grey
They grow tall to get blown away
The gentle wind makes them sway
It makes them dance, kind of shy
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A worthless quarter of a dollar laying around
It caught the attention of the homeless man
Challenge accepted. He will get it if he can
'I'll save it' He said, 'For the grand plan'
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