| I had a friend who came from far away
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| And every day we would go down by the river and play
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| Like long lost summers of the past
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| These interrupted games weren’t meant to last
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| I sit and watch the lights go out on my home my growing up town
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| And I wonder what he’s doing now
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| And I will build a wicker man and put inside all those things
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| That make me old before my time
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| We found his auntie’s holy water and refilled it from the tap
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| ‘She'll bless herself with good ole H2O!' |
| he said. |
| Oh god we laughed and laughed
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| We wrote our names in new cement beside the river
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| We really thought that they would last for ever and ever
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| But late one night when walking home
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| I couldn’t find the names the place had overgrown
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| I sit and watch the lights go out on my home my growing up town
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| And I wonder what he’s doing now
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| And I will build a wicker man and put inside all those things
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| That make me old before my time
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| Born in a booming ‘instant potato' age a teeshirt full of youth
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| Discovering sex and cigarettes and oh I know… but it was all true!
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| I sit and watch the lights go out on my home my growing up town
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| And I wonder what he’s doing now
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| And if I really have a call, I’d catch them all as they fall
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| And say; |
| Daddy’s home… |