That's great, I've the hang of it
So we thought we might start out
You were playing the game too
There would be no point
No I suppose, you've grown away
Too busy plotting the morrow
The skater in the classroom had to be
Anything, rather then falling into
A glance and a smile as she had on the
photograph
Now you're just feeding me lines
Knowing the family secret before I did
With the light on the floor
Chorus 2*
Interlude
The evening was a surprising success
Two lads making their own way
Like me making eyes like a sheep
Blinking happily into the carriages
Chorus
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