Every time I wake up
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I must remind the smile on my face
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That I was only dreaming
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And this is something I don't know how to face
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'Cause every time I see him
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I get so nervous I can't look at his face
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Grew up calling him uncle
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That would be great if I didn't have my insides
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Oh why must I know everything?
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Uncle
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| The Early November |
