Rejection #5 - Sondre Lerche

You remind me of someone

Cocky Aussie son of a gun

September 5th, 1939

Oh, what a glorious day to die

When everything was on the brink

Compromises make you ill

Now everything worth dreaming of

Keeps you awake at night

It’s not at all worth thinking of

You had your fun and that’s enough

You looked just like Lazenby, talked just Bruce Lee

But under the canopies you were just like me

You remind me of someone

Serenading everyone

You resort to soapy rituals

From when the world was young and fair

It’s not at all worth thinking of

You had your fun surely that’s enough

You looked just like Lazenby, talked just like Bruce Lee

But under the canopy you were just like me

You remind me of someone

Could have been a champion

Oh, could have been a many splendid things

But somehow got away

It’s not something we talk about

But even so, there’s little doubt

You look just like Lazenby, talk just like Bruce Lee

But under the canopy you were just like me

Back them like Lazenby, fight just like Bruce Lee

Forget about broccoli you were just like me