| Now that I’ve changed and the rest have all stayed
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| Well, why do I feel so confused?
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| Some of the best of me plans have been laid
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| And some of me best moments used
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| I’ve been out for the count in a Mexican bar-o
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| Stranded in nowhere with a-nothing but me
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| Ah, lads, I daen’t understand — I’m a Geordie in Wonderland
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| Some of the shit has sprouted in roses
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| And some of the roses have died
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| Forced by meself to follow conviction
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| And ignore what I’m missing inside
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| I’ve been loved by the sweetest and hated by heroes
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| Life’s still (a) surprise and the friends come and go
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| Ah, lads, I daen’t understand — I’m a Geordie in Wonderland
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| (whoop-whoop, whoop-whoop)
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| I’ve had praise I’ve had ridicule, either meant nothing
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| Faced with the task of tomorrow’s demands
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| Oh, lads, I daen’t understand — I’m a Geordie in Wonderland
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| Oh, lads, I daen’t understand — I’m a Geordie in Wonderland
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| (whoop-whoop)
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| Oh, lads, I daen’t understand — I’m a Geordie in Wonderland |