| In a duffle coat
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| By the garden fence
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| In a picture with his mum
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| He shields the bright sun
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| From his tired face
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| He winds the film on
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| With his finger
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| To the last one on the roll
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| There’s a moment
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| When he sees her
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| Standing by the washing line
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| God willing I will love this day
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| I’ve been giving my past away
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| Now I’m living with the best of me
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| And a picture of what used to be
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| Going for a bite
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| In the local café
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| Dreaming of the future
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| Unsure of what it held for me
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| Hopping off of school
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| To sit around and write
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| While my parents went to work
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| Didn’t fancy that
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| I was learning
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| While they didn’t notice me
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| God willing I will love this day
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| I’ve been giving my past away
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| Now I’m living with the best of me
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| And a picture of what used to be
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| The route master and the driver
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| Pass the news stand on the corner
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| Selling the Standard and the News
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| It’s a memory I won’t lose
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| In the morning
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| I would wake up
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| The guitar beside my bed
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| Untouched since I fell asleep
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| Spinning round and round
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| Every single sound
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| Getting to the core of me
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| Staying with me to this day
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| There’s nothing that I would change
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| God willing I will love this day
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| I’ve been giving my past away
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| Now I’m living with the best of me
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| And a picture of what used to be |