| I was no good on the rugger field
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| Pushing and kicking, brutish boys bothered me
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| Sensitive and caring seemed the lighter, brighter way to be
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| Mr Jennings, good housemaster, seemed instinctively to understand
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| Touched me with his gentle presence
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| Under bedclothes, underhand. |
| Underhand
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| Overnight, he did a runner, threatened with harsh expose
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| I fell to pieces, dropped out of classes into life’s endless melee
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| Endless melee
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| Parents listened, didn’t get it. |
| Poof and Jesse, Daddy said
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| Mummy tried but fussed and fretted, skeletons best left under bed
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| Under the bed
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| Camden Market in the winter
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| A cold stone’s throw from Kentish Town
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| Got a minute? |
| Just the ticket!
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| Meet the boys and mess around
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| And mess around
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| Independence far from suburbia
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| Doss down and dirty, tucked up tight
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| How’s your father? |
| Not too chipper?
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| Serves the bugger flippin' right
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| Flippin' right
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| Parents listened, didn’t get it. |
| Poof and Jesse, Daddy said
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| Mummy tried but fussed and fretted, skeletons best left under bed
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| On the streets a rude survival, hot like-minded overtures
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| Sad departure, sweet arrival. |
| If you don’t like it, right up yours!
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| There comes a point when deep conviction bears down hard on who you are
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| Pointless to don cloak of denial
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| Get the lead out and swing it far… swing it far…
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| Swing it far… swing it far… swing it far… swing it… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swing It Far , by - Ian Anderson. Song from the album Thick As A Brick 2, in the genre Иностранный рок