I got an invitation mama poked it under my door
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This castle's my fortress these four walls
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Seems we been invited
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To justify the things we've done
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Been invited to my high school reunion
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And I walked through the door there's Sarah
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She still wears her smile like a party invitation
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She's just older and sadder
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She carries suitcases under her eyes
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I'm standing empty handed
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Have grown or did I slide?
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Childhood's such a great time
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Shame to waste it on a child
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And I stare at the door Mr Baker he died
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The man I cursed he was my history teacher
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Right now I'd like to ask him his middle name
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And the names of his children
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Mr Baker I'm a history teacher
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I stand face to face with you
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You're my enemy my maitre de
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You buried in my head
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And coloured all the things I've said
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But its time to take your head
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And never settle down to running around
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Rejection, rejection
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I bind your name I bind your name
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So I took my invitation
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And the freedom that I'd won
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And I headed from high school reunion
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The Reunion
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| Paul Colman |
