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Hunstanton Pier |
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It was 2004 if I'm not mistaken, when the poison hit my lips |
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And I haven't looked back since |
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I had friends back then and a PMA to match, we were young |
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And out of touch with the things we'd grow up to hate so much, in time. |
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Back when my hair was and long Phil was still alive |
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We spent our days trying to speak, to the girls that left us weak |
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But now I'm ageing badly and friends' my been laid to rest |
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And the ones who let us in are pushing prams or raising twins. |
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To tell you the truth I'd be lying if didn't I said I hate the city |
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I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me. |
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In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I've known |
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And the places I've called home |
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But in my head and in my mind they're all just things I left behind |
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Reminders of the changing times, and these ageing bones of mine. |
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and Lee me were schooled in a tourist town |
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With less culture than Jeremy Kyle |
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But it stole our hearts for a while |
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And most weekends I found nothing but regret |
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Between many a drunk girls' legs |
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And in many a strangers' bed. |
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To tell you the truth I'd be lying if I said I didn't hate the city |
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I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me, whot I am. |
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In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I've known |
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And the places I've called home |
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But in my head and in my mind they're all just things I left behind |
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Reminders of the changing times, and these ageing bones of mine. |
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The one's who haven't died or started familes |
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Are all just working building sites or battling with university fees |
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And a girl I used to know made me a promise once |
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I wonder if she kept it, or if she even remembers it... |
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In my heart and in soul my are all the people that I've known |
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And the places I've called home |
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But in my head in and my mind they're all just things I left behind |
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Reminders of the changing times, and these ageing bones of mine. |
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These ageing bones of mine. |
