| When I was a boy of eleven years I never saw my pa
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| Never understood what divorces were I hadn’t grown that far
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| Loading our belongings on a little horse and cart
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| Mama said that she and daddy were now apart
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| These are the things I still remember from so long ago
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| Going to the seaside once a year, castles in the sand
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| Going to the fairground with my pennies counted in my hand
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| Going to the circus crying if I saw a clown
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| Walking on my six foot stilts and never falling down
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| These are the things I still remember from so long ago
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| Yelling at my brother, he’s in hiding, won’t play in the snow
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| Everything I do he just won’t follow, doesn’t want to go
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| Playing in the fields pretending I’m a Buccaneer
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| Threw a sword, accidentally hit him in the ear
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| These are the things I still remember from so long ago
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| Playing up the garden always building huts of turf and mud
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| Playing in the woods when an owl attacked me, mopped away the blood
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| Blowing up a rubber boat and patching up the holes
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| Falling in the water, dripping wet and catching colds
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| These are the things I still remember from so long ago |