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So I saw a blue haired boy
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Crossin the road the other day
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I didn't say much of anything
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He said he like my hair

Bleached but slightly green

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I replayed the whole thing
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Over and over and over and
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Over and over and over and
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Each time remembered it differently
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Had I made a whole
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Conversation up in my head?

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Over the things I could've done or I could have said
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Guess it makes sense when a poet
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Doesn't know it in the moment
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But writes a banger down on paper

Some time later
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See, I know what to say just not in the moment

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Hey, blue haired boy
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Please come back my way
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I finally know what to say to you

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I like your boots but your laces are coming loose
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Hope you didn't trip since I don't warn you

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You've probably already forgotten about me
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My hair that's blonde and bleached but slightly green

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You've probably already forgotten about me
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My hair that's blonde and bleached but slightly green