| I remember walking down the A406
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| Holding bags of mother sent cornflakes
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| Guessing somebody might have noticed
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| A little boy big head small ears
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| Whilst making a ballad through a Sunday mist
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| Sure we’ve all been there, done it
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| Prepare a little time to reminisce
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| On all that eventually falls into nothingness
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| Oh, all will be gone
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| After all
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| Before we all get to the knowing
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| All will be gone
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| I went back to where life seemed promising at first
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| Gambling on memory’s lane
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| I tried a trip through all the pavement, fields
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| But I lost cause all had changed
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| Like the road I used to cross to school
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| Is now full of prostitutes
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| No wonder why the priest is dead
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| No wonder why the priest is dead
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| Oh brother, when did you get married?
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| Neighbours, where did you vanish to?
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| If it was to a wonderland
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| Well, it’s not known to my kind, mankind
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| All will be gone
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| After all
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| Before we all get to the knowing
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| All will be gone
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| And what about relationships?
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| What is it about relationships that we just don’t get?
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| Here we are always thinking we’ve learnt
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| Only to get smacked and realize we are
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| But mere students of life
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| And it feels like
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| We’ve been fighting a lost battle
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| To have always realized at the end of it all
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| It feels like
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| We’ve been brought to a royal banquet
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| Just to be served a brew and a wretched floor
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| But I say
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| I say
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| It doesn’t matter anymore
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| It doesn’t matter
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| It doesn’t matter
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| All because I’m here now
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| I can’t go back, it’s too late
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| And so I will get it all going
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| Whilst it all gets lost and gone |