| It was 2004 if I’m not mistake, when the poison hit my lips
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| And I haven’t looked back since
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| I had friends back then and a PMA to match, we were young
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| And out of touch with the things we’d grow up to hate so much, in time.
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| Back when my hair was long and Phil was still alive
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| We spent our days trying to speak, to the girls that left us weak
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| But now I’m ageing badly and my friends' been laid to rest
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| And the ones who let us in are pushing prams or raising twins.
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| To tell you the truth I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate the city
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| I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me.
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| In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I’ve known
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| And the places I called home
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| But in my mind they’re all just things I left behind
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| Reminders of the changing times, and these ageing bones of mine.
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| Lee and me were schooled in a tourist town
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| With less culture than Jeremy Kyle
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| But it stole our hearts for a while
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| And most weekends I found nothing but regret
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| Between many a drunk girls' legs
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| And in many a strangers' bed.
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| To tell you the truth I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate the city
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| I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me.
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| In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I’ve known
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| And the places I called home
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| But in my head and in my mind they’re all just things I left behind
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| Reminders of the changing times, and these ageing bones of mine.
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| The one’s who haven’t died or started families
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| Are all just working on building sites or battling with university fees
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| And a girl I used to know made me a promise once
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| I wonder if she kept it, or if she even remembers it…
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| In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I’ve known
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| And the places I called home
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| But in my mind they’re all just things I left behind
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| Reminders of a changing times, and these ageing bones of mine.
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| These ageing bones of mine. |