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Hey little boy blue eyes, you are gonna be so famous one day
still listen to your songs sometimes, they're never about me, but that's okay
it's hard to keep in touch these days, I know I know I know I know I know I know
well I still think you're the best, but that doesn't make me anyone these days.
Your hands were always so graceful on paper, they turned clumsy on my skin
now here's a leg and here's an arm, you couldn't get the hooks undone
I laughed and then you blushed and we were friends
and now I'm sure you've got girls and girls and girls and girls and girls and girls and girls all over you
and I'm not one of them though I've still got bits of you stuck in between my teeth.
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