| We’ve learnt to kick a ball, but we’re not quite cynical
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| And we’ve written on the wall, John’s gay He’s gay
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| And Janet’s friends with John and she says that we’re all scum
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| He just gets his homework done and won’t play not today
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| What will we grow up to be
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| What will we grow up to see
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| Will you still be friends with me fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
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| Martin grew out of his A-team vest
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| And nicked the pedals off my BMX
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| And he says that he’s had sex with a girl, for effect
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| I lost my virginity, the year above us had discovered E
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| And I said it weren’t for me, twelve pounds, fifty
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| What will we grow up to be
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| What will we grow up to see
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| Will you still be friends with me fourteen, fifteen
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| We hide in bandstands and talk in the dark
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| Rain’s never cold when you’re young
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| We were devoted to us from the start
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| I know too much how to feel … young
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| We’ve learnt to kick a ball, and we’re not quite cynical
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| And we’ve written on the wall, John’s gay He’s gay
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| What will we grow up to be
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| What will we grow up to see
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| Will you still be friends with me fourteen, fifteen
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| What will we grow up to be
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| What will we grow up to see
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| Will you still be friends with me fourteen, fifteen … young |