I'll show you them now, those boys without cares.
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Who'd swapped dirty pictures and talked during prayers.
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They grew up with wisdom they'd stored from "those days"
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Nobody told them to get in they must change.
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I'll show you them now. Come with me and
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I'll show you them now.
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The teachers laughed with them class idiot style.
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After all they weren't their kids so why should they mind.
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Boyish good looks held the wrath back a while.
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Then they were drummed in and thumped in and soon left behind.
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Alcoholics, child molesters, nervous wrecks and prima donnas
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Jilted lovers, office clerks, petty thieves, hard drug pursuers.
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Lonely tramps, awkward misfits, oh anyone of these.
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Mortgaged up families looked at first too mundane.
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But it's funny how with help all the lucky ones changed.
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Some of them couldn't, there had to be more.
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Music, I dunno, films, something special perhaps.
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I'll show you them now, come with me
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And I'll show you them now.
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It's so hard to picture dirty tramps as young boys.
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But if you see a man crying, hold his hand, he's my friend.
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If these words sound corny, switch this off, I don't care.
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Nearby he's still crying, I won't smile while he's there.
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Nearby he's still crying. I won't smile while he's there.
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I'll Show You
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| Dexy's Midnight Runners |
