I'm thinking of when I first touched you
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Your skin was electric
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Now I'm far too wise to dwell on such things
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And far too sentimental to forget them
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I read somewhere memories are stories you write for yourself
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To explain who you are, and how you got there
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And to blame it on somebody else
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Now the gifts are open
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The toys are broken
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The speeches are all spoken
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And the dishes cleared away
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The stream keeps flowing
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My doubts are growing
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'Cause I've got no way of knowing if it'll be damned or reach the sea
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For you and me
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I met a man twice my age
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Half joking, he said 'I should warn you.
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You're a fish on the line, and the lines pulling in, and there's a frying pan coming to warm you'.
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And while I smiled, it occurred to me
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I'm just gristle and blood
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And I've spent half my life with the sun in my eyes
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Chasing rainbows through the mud
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When I was a child in a little kid's world
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My heart was the same as the one I have now
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But it amazes me how much everything else has changed
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The Day After Christmas
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| Kate Miller-Heidke |
