| I can still remember
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| When your city smelt exciting
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| I still get a whiff
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| Of that aroma now and then
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| Burglary and fireworks
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| The skies they were alighting
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| Accidents and toffee drops
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| And thinking on the train
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| Oh, he was young, in the frost
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| No regard for the cost
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| Of saying his feelings
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| In the moment they were felt
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| And if he was calm like you
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| Locked up inside of your loops
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| Then he’d know full well
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| That all he had to say was
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| All he had to say was goodbye
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| Summertime made promises
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| It knew it couldn’t keep
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| The fairytale was climbing up
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| A mountain far too steep
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| Colouring the pictures
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| With your loyal hand
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| Now I am craving heartbreak
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| While you’re making your demands
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| Oh, he was young, in the frost
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| No regard for the cost
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| Of saying his feelings
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| In the moment they were felt
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| And if he was calm like you
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| Locked up inside of your loops
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| Then he’d know full well
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| That all he had to say was
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| All he had to say was goodbye
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| If he was calm like you
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| Locked up inside of your loops
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| Then he’d know full well
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| That all he had to say was
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| All he had to say was goodbye |