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Uncle - The Early November
Every time I wake up
I must remind the smile on my face
That I was only dreaming
And this is something I don't know how to face
Every time I see him
I get so nervous I can't look at his face
Grew up calling him uncle
That would be great if I didn't have my insides
Oh why must I know everything