| Wonder what the blind see behind closed eyes
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| Can they see the planets and can they see the skies?
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| Held back my tears, couldn’t let him see me cry
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| My mate George is going through such a hard time
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| I’m talking about the lads, talking about the boys
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| Those were the best days, livin' unemployed
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| Runnin' round the East End screaming «oi, oi, oi»
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| Hope this bad luck ain’t left lad’s soul destroyed
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| I know my mate George is blinded by grief
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| I know my mate Charlie can’t find no peace
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| I know my mate George is hidin' his grief
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| I look up in their eyes, I see no surprise
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| I know my mate George, he can’t find no peace
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| I know my mate Charlie can’t get to sleep
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| I know my mate George splits, heart is in pieces
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| I look up in their eyes, I see what’s behind
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| Broke both his feet
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| He didn’t land so neat
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| See him climbin' up the stairs using his knees
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| Looked in his eyes, he didn’t seem complete
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| Come 'round his gaff to remind him he’s a G
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| Couple’a rums and coke to put us at ease
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| Lads unite every time at Tom’s, we’re never street
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| Went to the pub, hugged my mate Charlie B
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| Then I hugged his cousin, that’s 10 to the dozen
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| Mental complexities, anxieties
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| I know my mate George spit, can’t find no peace
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| I know my mate Charlie’s hidin' his grief
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| And I send my love out to my mate Eugene
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| He just lost his big brother, out to his family
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| You’ll see a sea of lads at his funeral scene
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| Listening to Fleetwood Mac, listening to «Dreams»
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| Fun that only happens when it’s raining, you see
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| I know my mate George is blinded by grief
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| I know my mate Charlie can’t find no peace
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| I know my mate George spits, hidin' his grief
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| I look up in their eyes, I see no surprise
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| I know my mate George, he can’t find no peace
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| I know my mate Charlie can’t get to sleep
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| I know my mate George spits, heart is in pieces
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| I look up in their eyes, I see what’s behind
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| See your sad faces
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| Lads tryna find love or figured out where they misplaced it
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| For seven years, the heartache’s been painted on my mates' faces
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| I guess they feel tainted
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| And they didn’t despise the place they’re situated
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| 'Cause after our knees up, I guess we feel jaded
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| Ritchie’s not well, I guess we gotta face it
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| Lads are so full up, and fed up of heartache
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| I know my mate George is blinded by grief
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| I know my mate Charlie can’t find no peace
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| I know my mate George spits, hidin' his grief
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| (Heart is in pieces, I look in their eyes, I see what’s behind)
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| I know my mate George, he can’t find no peace
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| I know my mate Charlie can’t get to sleep
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| I know my mate George spits, heart is in pieces
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| I look up in their eyes, I see no surprise
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| I know my mate George is blinded by grief
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| I know my mate Charlie can’t find no peace
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| I know my mate George spits, hidin' his grief
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| I look up in their eyes, I see what’s behind |