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I was walking out the road when |
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I heard the noise behind me |
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And I saw them standing there one two three |
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And I knew that |
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I was shagged |
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I did not think they could find me |
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And the hate was on their faces plain to see |
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Well it's great to see you lads |
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It's a long time since |
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I robbed you |
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Did you miss the hundred pounds |
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I took that day |
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And I reached inside my coat and |
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I read them my prescription and |
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I laughed at how they turned and ran away |
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These are the things |
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I will always remember |
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They have seen me through hatred and pain |
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They kept me warm in the dark of |
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December When the light has gone they still remain |
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It was long so long ago on a stormy night she left me |
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At the time it seemed so brutal and so tough |
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I saw her the other day with her husband and ten kids |
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And I thought she had turned out to be sorta rough |
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One fine day when |
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I was young and |
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I left home for the first time |
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And it felt as if my life had begun |
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My old father grabbed my hand |
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I can still recall his words |
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He said be sure to never trust a hippy son |
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When the sun goes down |
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I won't surrender to despair and moan |
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I will sustain it anytime of year |
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June or September |
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When the light has gone they still remain. |
