| Run, run, run, runaway
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| Today’s a holiday
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| Today we needn’t worry
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| About the clothes we wear
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| No more ‘geog' on the old school bog
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| No cracks about our hair
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| Janitor Giles, you cannot see me
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| Janitor Giles, it’s great to be free
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| Hide, hide, hide, hide away
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| Today it’s truant we play
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| Dodgy school inspectors
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| Will not suspect we’re here
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| No more French on the old school bench
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| No clouts behind our ears
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| Janitor Giles, you cannot see me
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| Janitor Giles, it’s great to be free
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| But life is what you make it
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| And you missed school today
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| Good old Smithy and his pals
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| What keeps them away
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| We’re going round
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| We dare not make a sound
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| To the house of my best friend
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| To a shed that he has found
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| And oh you’ll have to gasp
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| As he takes out and shows to you the photograph
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| Takes out and shows to you the photograph
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| What the picture shows
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| Is awfully clear to me
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| My friends older than I
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| Fest their eyes so greedily
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| But I shall run away and go upstairs and play with my model railway
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| What goes on at night
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| When there is no-one else around
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| Is the strangest part of growing up that I’ve yet found
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| Though what the doe and rabbit did today at school was real
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| It failed to answer questions about the way I feel
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| Maybe I’m a queer?
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| It could be by tomorrow
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| The answers will be found
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| In these pages of a magazine
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| The Vicars left around
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| And late into the night
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| We will wonder if the dialog was right
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| We will wonder if the dialog was right
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| Wonder if my parents worry about this kind of thing
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| Or am I artificial, has my dad lost his sting?
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| A lovely girl lives up the road
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| She’s much older than I
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| I’d really like to know her
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| Give the whole theory a try
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| To see if it is real
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| To see just how it feels
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| Hush now the boy is sleeping
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| And we don’t want him to wake him until the morning
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| He’s got a hard day to take
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| At the school that he hates
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| And so let’s leave him dreaming
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| Until the morning sun shines through his window
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| Let’s leave him dreaming
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| Until the morning
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| Let’s leave him dreaming |