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I remember my grandmother sat with her radio, tea cup and walking stick set by her side. |
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As her old fingers reached out to turn up the volume, |
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I learnt what it meant to be bursting with pride. |
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She told me some tales of wars great and last, black and white film stars sha'd liked in the past. |
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Taught me a few songs she'd learnt as a child, stunned by her wisdom |
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I listened and smiled. |
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She said to me "Lad, if you'll be a musican, go out and be one - but one with conviction. If there's just one lesson the young ought to learn, it's pay no deposit and get no return." |
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Get no return. |
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Pay no deposit and get no return. |
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On time faded photographs |
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I've seen an airman, |
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Stood next to the wings of a flying machine and given the choice well |
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I think I would rather have done what |
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I've done than have seen what he's seen. |
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I think that the |
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Old Man feels really quite proud, when he sits at the wheel and turns it up loud, but imagined his son a lawyer or broker, not sat on a bus full of drinkers and tokers. |
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He said to me "Son you can do as you please, but always stand stright - never crawl on your knees. If there's just one lesson the young ought to learn, it's pay no deposit and get no return." |
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If there's just one lesson the young ought to learn, it's pay no deposit and get no return. |
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Get no return. |
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Pay no deposit and get no return. |
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I've such a short time to tell you so much, words come second best to a kiss or a touch. |
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Far thicker than water this blood we all share, |
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So please don't think that for you |
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I don't care. |
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Fate may have driven us all separate ways, but can't sever ancestry - splice |
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D. N. A. If life seems a road thats uneven and long, to know where you're going just look |
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Who you came from. |
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Many have said |
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I take after my mother, for her '67 was not a good year. |
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Though often |
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I make her annoyed like no other, through thick and through thin she has always been near. |
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Sometimes in the cold now |
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I catch myself smiling, 'bout some stupid joke or a christmas tree shining. |
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I stood there so small 'neath that glittering tower, it's memory a beacon in my darkest hour. |
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She said to me "Martin, whatever you'll be, there's no such thing as a meal thats for free. If there's just one lesson the young ought to learn, it's pay no deposit and get no return." |
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If there's just one lesson the young ought to learn, it's pay no deposit and get no return. |
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Get no return. |
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Pay no deposit and get no return. |