| I rode my bike along the towpath
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| Past all the cranes that bow their heads
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| Down by the river to the gas works
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| Where I would meet up with my friends
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| We’d mess around and play all summer
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| Around our flats and on the streets
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| In days that seemed to last forever
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| And nights beneath my nylon sheets
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| I was young and naïve
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| And drifted around
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| But I followed my dreams
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| With music I found life Sunny…
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| My growing up would not be easy
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| Going for long walks on the heath
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| Trying to play like Jimi Hendrix
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| Behind my back and with my teeth
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| I went to festivals and dropped out
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| That’s when I learned that I could fly
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| Sitting around an open fire
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| Watching the world go floating by
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| With my ear to the ground
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| The future took ages
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| When it finally arrived
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| The world we created was Sunny…
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| My mother watched me changing
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| From a boy into a man
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| With spots and moods and temper tantrums
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| Short attention span
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| It didn’t seem to matter
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| It made me who I am
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| I got a job down at the warehouse
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| I worked hard to pay the rent
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| Rehearsing almost every evening
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| Trying to make another dent
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| Along the road that I had chosen
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| The generation game of life
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| Today I’m walking by the river
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| Watching my children cycle by
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| We came up through the pubs
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| That heaved with our friends
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| Now it’s coffee in mugs
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| While out on the Thames it’s Sunny… |