| Go ask an old man, see what he’s got to say
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| Don’t ask your teachers, they weren’t much good anyway
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| Nothing really matters, as time drifts on by Just a drop in the ocean, a shot in the sky
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| Don’t stray from the narrow, and keep your hands clean
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| It seems very silly, if you know what I mean
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| You worry and worry, never really know why
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| I wake in the morning, as trams roll on by
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| I have a lover, so I can’t complain
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| For me there’s no other, we play silly games
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| And though she is not here, I’m never alone
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| She’s lives in my pocket, and inside the phone
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| I’m going to Scotland, that’s where I’m from
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| I’ll probably not stay there, coz' it’s not very warm
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| We followed our father, coz' father knows best
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| With rhyme a good reason, and my wheezing chest
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| So go ask an old man, see what he’s got to say
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| If he falls in the gutter, be on your way
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| Nothing really matters, as time drifts on by You give your love presents, you laugh and you cry |