| We were an hour the wrong side of the Avon
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| When the old van gave up the fight
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| You pulled your bags off the back seat
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| Left me there, walked into the night
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| Now I didn’t mind picking up the pieces
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| Sorting out the gear waiting for the light
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| But standing there on the hard shoulder
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| I ran out of strength to make things right
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| We go back to school in the city
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| First in line for the back of the class
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| Or out on the field looking for the action
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| Buried in a ruck with a punch or a laugh
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| You left when you were fifteen
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| I stayed on for the safety net
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| It broke my fall that cold morning
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| You were falling then have you landed yet?
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| Now surprise no mystery
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| What we are or where we’re from
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| Our lives our history
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| In a song
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| Now I got word you were working
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| The bars and the pubs all along the coast
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| Well I parked the car and I heard you singing
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| My face at the window must have looked like a ghost
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| Forget the stuff we wrote together
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| No compromise you used to boast
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| But hearing you play all that boy band cover trash
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| Now that’s what really hurts me the most
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| No surprise, no mystery
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| What we are or where we’re from
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| No life no history
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| In your song
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| You once said if you don’t use it
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| You’ll wake one day find it gone
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| Your guitar is standing in the corner
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| Why don’t you come around here prove yourself wrong
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| We might be a little older now
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| Ah you know the heart beat is still as strong
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| And anyway I’ve got this hard shoulder now
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| You might wanna lean upon |