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Hand Me Downs. |
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I didn't know what was the matter, |
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I didn't know where to start. |
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I'd lost my sense of energy |
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And I'd lost my sense of heart. |
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In the midst of lost and loneliness, |
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In a rose hue picture frame, |
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Passion and objectivity |
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Were calling out my name. |
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To aid the new confusion |
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I was having too much fun, |
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In the gloomy pubs of Brixton |
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And the fleeting autumn sun. |
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I was running far too quickly |
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That my legs could not keep up. |
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I fell spread eagle on my face, |
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Dignity bit the dust. |
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And the silence was frozen... |
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I woke up far too early, |
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I was sleeping far too late. |
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The alarm clock was redundant |
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And the mattress forgot my frame. |
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A broken television |
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So to drown out all the trains, |
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To drag me from self pity, |
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United by fate. |
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I'd learnt all of my lessons, |
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From vagrant household names. |
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I found some friends amongst the shelves |
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So here's to Dave and Jay. |
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I'd learnt more from transit vans and Bragg, |
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Than i'd ever learnt in class. |
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A lifelong education, from punk rock 101. |
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And the silence was broken... |
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Through ups and downs, |
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Through lost and founds, |
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Your voice will never let me down. |
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Through ups and downs, |
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Through lost and founds, |
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Your voice will never let me down. |
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Through ups and downs, |
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Through lost and founds, |
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Your voice will never let me down. |
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Through ups and downs, |
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Through lost and founds, |
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Your voice will never let me down. |
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Your voice will never let me down. |