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12 tracks
It was a Sunday
It was a day I had time for
The things I never have time for
I was in the house where I used to live
In a room that was once my castle
I cleaned out a box from my old life
With bits of proof that the memories are real
Postcards and pictures and rocks and letters
And a list of wishes I had
Found a ticket to a film
I no longer remember seeing
And then an album
Oh, that album!
12 tracks burned into me
A summer where my legs were too long
And my hair was too short
12 tracks carefully picked out
By a boy almost 16 years old
Who gave me the best thing I could get
12 tracks so I could understand
It was back when the people who were cool
Were the people who were best at pretending
I wasn't one of them and I knew that well
I was never any good at hiding
And we were deeply and hopelessly in love
But only with those who had fallen for someone else
We stared in the mirror
And at each other and at pictures and down again
But then you came and gave me that album
12 tracks burned into me
A summer where my legs were too long
And my hair was too short
12 tracks carefully picked out
By a boy almost 16 years old
Who gave me the best thing I could get
12 tracks so I could understand
I put on my coat and go out into the winter
Tonight I'll drive the long way home
Got an album in hand from someone I once liked
But who liked me more
And the time gone by comes back now
Between the tune of "Mr. Jones" and me
And I think that you knew me
Better than I knew then
12 tracks burned into me
A summer where my legs were too long
And my hair was too short
12 tracks carefully picked out
By a boy almost 16 years old
Who gave me the best thing I could get
12 tracks to sing along with loudly
12 tracks so I could understand
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