You try not to believe what you already know
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You walk through neighbourhoods they said you shouldn't go
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Just so you can feel
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Something that's real
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If you though college was hard then wait till twenty-seven
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But don't take it too hard, do as when you were eleven
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Recreate the scenes
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With action figurines
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You send armies of dumb questions to invade my thoughts
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Like is it possible for rebel astronauts
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To smoke cigars on the moon?
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Do the deaf lip-read cartoons?
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The ghosts have all left town and the neighbours are at war
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And we're deafened by the sound of the shops shutting at four
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We're filling days
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With feeling dazed
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There's a place
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Secret to this whole hostile race
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You can go
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But only for those in the know
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Take the track in
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But it's hidden by brambles and bracken
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There'll be square
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Signs to direct the way there
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You'll find reams
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Of planet-print wallpaper dreams
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You'll find rhymes
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That explain what we did with the times
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There's a place
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There's a place
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There's a place
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There's a place
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And The Days Were Just Packed
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| Darren Hanlon |
