Can’t believe I’m leavingGot my boxes by the doorSorting trough my memoriesCross legged on the floorMy diaries and scrapbooksOhThey seem to take me thereI was always posh spice and you wore zigzags in your hairWould you know meKnow meIf you saw meSaw me, saw meNothing but hopes and living the momentWhere we were meant to beOoooohhhhThose days don’t seem so farWhen I’m flicking trough my old
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