You remind me of someone
A cocky-- son of a gun
It's September 5th 1939
Oh, what a glorious day to die
When everything was on the break
Co-compromises make you ill
Now everything worth dreaming of
Keeps you awake at night
It's not at all we're thinking of
You hide your fun but that's enough
You look just like --
Just like Bruce Lee
But under the --
You were just like me
You remind me of someone
Serenating everyone
You resolved to soapy rich --
From when the world was young and fair
It's not at all we're thinking of
You hide your fun but that's enough
You look just like --
Just like Bruce Lee
But under the --
You were just like me
You remind me of someone
Could've been a champion
Oh, could've been a many -- thing
But somehow got away
It's not something we talk about
But even so, a little --
You were just like --

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