| When I was ten, I thought my brother was God
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| He’d lie in bed and turn out the light with a fishing rod
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| I learned the names of all his football team
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| And I still remembered them when I was nineteen, yeah
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| Strange the things deal that I remember still
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| Shouts from the playground when I was home and ill
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| My sister taught me all that she learned there
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| When we grew up, we said, we’d share a flat somewhere
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| When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street
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| Where I grow up, there were no factories
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| There was a school and shops and some fields and trees
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| And rows of houses one by one appeared
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| I was born in one and lived there for eighteen years
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| Then when I was nineteen, I thought the Humbler would be
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| The gateway from my little world into the real world
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| But there is no real world
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| We live side by side and sometimes collide
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| When I was seventeen, London meant Oxford Street
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| It was a little world, I grew up in a little world
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| There is no real world
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| We live side by side and sometimes collide, yeah |