Coming Back to Me

I used to wake to the morning and feel
 Like the world was created for me
 I used to wait for the morning so eagerly
 Sometimes, I just couldn't sleep
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 It might have started the first time
 I got really sick, and my mum wasn't there
 Three years of college and I had forgotten
 How I used to find living rare
 But it's all coming back to me now
 It's all coming back to me now
 It's all coming back to me
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 Last week, I wondered if dying would feel
 Like the stories the Catholic Church told
 But I used to talk to my mother about
 How I just couldn't wait to get old
 And it's all coming back to me now
 It's all coming back to me now
 It's all coming back to me
 (Hey, grandpa, are you fishing?)
 (I'm fishing)
 (Are you fly-fishing?)
 (I'm fly-fishing)
 (Do you think you're gonna catch a lot of fish with that fly?)
 (Uh, sometimes, yes, sometimes, no)
 (It's a cool, rod)
 (Very cool)
 (Okay, bye)
 (Bye)
 I used to wake to the morning
 And feel like the world was created for me
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 (Uh, sometime, yes, or sometime, no)
 (It's in the fly)