| I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song
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| I’m twenty-two now, but I won’t be for long
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| People ask when will you grow up to be a man
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| But all the girls I loved at school are already pushing prams
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| I loved you then as I love you still
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| Though I put you on a pedestal, they put you on the pill
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| I don’t feel bad about letting you go
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| I just feel sad about letting you know
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| I don’t want to change the world
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| I’m not looking for a new England
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| I’m just looking for another girl
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| I don’t want to change the world
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| I’m not looking for a new England
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| I’m just looking for another girl
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| I loved the words you wrote to me
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| But that was bloody yesterday
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| I can’t survive on what you send
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| Every time you need a friend
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| I don’t want to change the world
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| I’m not looking for a new England
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| I’m just looking for another girl
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| I don’t want to change the world
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| I’m not looking for a new England
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| I’m just looking for another girl
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| Looking for another girl
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| Looking for another girl
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| Looking for another girl |