I remember when, when I first moved here
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A long time ago
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'Cause I'd heard some song I used to hear back then
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A long time ago
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I remember when, even further back
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In another town
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'Cause I saw something written I used to say back then
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Hard to comprehend
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And the question is, was I more alive then than I am now?
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I happily have to disagree
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I laugh more often now, I cry more often now
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I am more me
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But of course some days I just lie around
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And hardly exist
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And can't tell apart what I'm eating
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From my hand or my wrist
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'Cause flesh is flesh, flesh as flesh as flesh
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The difference is thin
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But life has a certain ability of breathing new life into me
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So I breathe it in
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It says here we are and we all are here
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And you still can make sense
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If you just show up and present an honest face
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Instead of that grin
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And the question is, was I more alive then than I am now?
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I happily have to disagree
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I laugh more often now, I cry more often now
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I am more me
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And the other day, this new friend of mine
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Said something to me
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"Just because something starts differently
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Doesn't mean it's worth less"
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And I soaked it in, how I soaked it in
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How I soaked it in
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And just as to prove how right he was
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Then you came
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So I'm gonna give, yes I'm gonna give
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I'm gonna give you a try
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So I'm gonna give, yes I'm gonna give
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I'm gonna give you a try
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And the question is, was I more alive then than I am now?
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I happily have to disagree
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I laugh more often now, I cry more often now
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I am more me
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Objects Of My Affection
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Peter Bjorn And John |