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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. |