| Once it was just innocence
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| Brash ideas and insolence
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| But you will never get away
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| With the things you say today
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| But you can cry if you want
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| Don’t you get embarrassed when you read the precious things you said
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| Many many years ago when life appeared rosy red
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| No one ever shared your bed
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| Nothing ever filled your head
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| Except yourself and little Ted
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| And scary dreams that you were dead.
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| Don’t you want to hide your face
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| When going through your teenage books
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| And read the kind of crap you wrote
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| About «Ban the Bomb"and city crooks
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| Think about how long it took
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| To get over that sudden «Yuk»
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| When in the mirror you would look
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| Well now my son you’re well in stook
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| Cry if you want
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| Cry if you want
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| Didn’t you writhe in anger when you saw the man in his big car
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| Didn’t you drive a banger and a gallon didn’t get you far
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| Should have been a famous star
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| But that ain’t what you really are
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| You could shout your last hurrah
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| While they are propping up the bar
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| Maybe things were better then
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| Before you led a promised life
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| Rash commitments and heavy raps and left wing spiel all compromised
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| You fall in love with other’s wives
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| Drive 'em nuts with empty lies
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| Angry 'cos you lost the prize
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| Forgot the color of their eyes
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| Cry if you want
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| Cry if you want
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| Let your tears flow
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| Let your past go
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| Don’t you get embarrassed when you think about the way you were
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| Yesterday the day before when you were young with much to learn
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| Aren’t you glad it’s your last term
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| No more acting lowly worm
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| You can make the suckers squirm
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| When you tell them how much you earn
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| Don’t you feel ashamed at all the bitterness you keep inside
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| Does your ego save your face «I had a go — I really tried»
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| Now you know your leaders lied
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| Does it stop you acting snide
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| Or are you still a boy that cried
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| Tears now surely long since dried
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| Cry if you want
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| Cry if you want |