Here is the last stop
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The shop and the common room
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Here are the trees that are green all year round
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Here is the schoolyard, the gymnasium
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You're just that farm kid
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You're just that school student
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Here are the football goals
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Here are the swings
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Be so good and live
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You sat at the back of the bus with your knees high
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And play it that no one really could reach
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Though you were reached by everything perhaps worse than others, surely you did? |
Surely it was so?
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You hit down, the worst thing you can do
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You lick up, I think everyone knows that
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You were dragged into one of the school toilets
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And came out with a secret
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Of course we have forgotten
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Of course we have forgotten
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Surely we choose everything ourselves now, surely we have forgotten what happened then?
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Here is the path through the small forest
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Here are the attic corridors and sheds
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Here is the litter with all the condoms
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And there is the bike that we thought was stolen
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You laced up your high boots
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And went out and kicked the swings
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The icy evening and the moon were full and the smoke warmed the lungs
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He came walking from other farms
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He was the most dangerous in the whole neighborhood
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He said "Are you giving me a cig?" |
and his eyes were empty and your heart was beating
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off on the beat
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There lay the church with its little bell tower
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And leisure with star in the windows
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And you pulled away on something you ever since wish you had only dreamed of
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Of course we forgot…
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Here is the darkness that never disappears
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Here is the taste of blood in your mouth
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Here are the toys on the shelf
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Which still remains in quiet rooms
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And it does not matter how miserable you feel
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How lost you wander around
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There is always someone out there who understands who is ready to
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Burn just about everything
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Do you hear the nasal bone crackle in your sleep?
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And are you still thinking about that?
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Bad boy, bad boy, whatcha gonna do
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How are you going to do it undone then?
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Here is the last stop
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The shop and the common room
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Here are the trees that are green all year round
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Here is the schoolyard and the gymnasium
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Of course we have forgotten
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Of course we have forgotten
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Of course we have forgotten
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Of course we have forgotten
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Of course we have forgotten
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Of course we have forgotten
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Surely we choose everything ourselves now, surely we have forgotten what happened then? |