Like a tape player on rewind,                                                          ­              
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 I see it all clearly in  my mind,                                                     ­                             
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memories flash before aged eyes                                                             ­             
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of the things I lived before I die,                                                             ­     
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  I see my children, small & frail,                                                           ­           
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acknowledge attempts that I 've failed                                                           ­                               
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that I would have done differently,                                                     ­       
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in the life of another me                                                               ­                 
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  I remember first days at school                                                           ­           
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  picnics­ at the swimming pool                                                             ­     
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  all of those wonderful
memories                                                         ­           
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 and others not so
pleasantly                                                       ­               
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I remember how love can hurt                                                             ­           
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 of things that were far worse                                                            ­            
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All of this pain I pushed away                                                             ­         
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to remember another day                                                              ­            
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I hope if that day comes,                                                           ­                                     
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I can stand up & be the one                                                              ­              
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­ that is so convincingly                                                     ­                 
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another version, another me

At the art of nagging she will excel;
With her – heaven is earth and earth is hell.
Much in quantity, I venture to tell,
Is her absurdity – enough to sell.

Quick to censure, quick to chide,
As a teacher, than to guide;
A loud voice her single pride,
Both to condemn and deride.