Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands
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And I'm overhearing elder ladies
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As the rumours start to fly
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You can hear them in the school yard
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In the scrap yard
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In the chip shop
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In the phone box
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In the pool hall
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At the shoe store
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Every corner turn around
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It started with a school girl
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Who was running
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Running home to her Mam and Dad
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Told them she was playing, in the change room of the local foorball side
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They said tell us again, she told them again, tell us the truth, they find it hard to believe
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'Cause he taught our I was steve, he even trained me, taught our John who's a father of three
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Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches
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Only takes one match, to burn A thousand trees
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A thousand trees
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You see it in the classroom
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In the swimming pool
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Where the match stick men are made
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At the scout's hall
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At the football
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Where the wise we trust are paid
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They all honour his name
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He did a lot for the game
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Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates
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But they're ripping them down, stamping the ground
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Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge
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Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches
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Only takes one match, to burn a thousand trees
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A thousand trees
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Wake up, and smell the rain
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Shake up, he's back to stay
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He hasn't been on a holiday
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His growing seeds don't believe
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Why he's been away
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From the school yard
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Changing room
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Playing field
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Bathroom
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Phone box
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Office blocks
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Corners turn around
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They keep doubting the flame, tossing the blame
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Got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates
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And they're ripping them down, stamping the ground
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Picture gathers dust in the bar
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Only takes one tree, to make a thousand matches
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Only takes one match, to burn A thousand trees
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A thousand trees
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A thousand trees
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A thousand trees
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A Thousand Trees
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