| Only sad will do, the cheerful songs sound phoney now
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| Late afternoon I sit here and thoughts drift back
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| To all those years ago…
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| Tony said «Back thenwhat we were doing
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| Seemed so important but really it meant nothing»
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| I don’t agree
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| The songs he sang mean everything to me
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| Wednesday nights we’d meet in the bar
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| And Tony Wright sang the songs that made me who I am
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| At least he had the grace to give it all up
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| While I carried on for years, dodged responsibilities
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| Hiding in the songs we sang, now the songs is all I am
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| And if the person you were then met the person you are now
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| What would they think of the things you’ve done
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| Of what you’ve become?
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| What did you do with your economics degree?
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| Ended up working in your dad’s spring factory
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| Do you ever play those songs any more?
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| While a four-inch dinosaur runs around the kitchen floor
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| Now the sky is orange like the labels on my old Bowie albums
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| But the light is fading…
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| And I sit here, thoughts drift back to all those years ago
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| Wednesday nights we’d meet in the bar |
| Tony Wright sang the songs that made us who we are… |