Words and music by Roddy Frame
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I brought you some francs from my travelling chest
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You'll spare me the thanks 'til you know I'm the best
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So come Hogmonay when love comes in slurs
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Resolutions I'll make and you can label them 'Hers'
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We threw our hands up high we, nearly touched the sky,
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We clicked our heels and spat and swore
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We'd never let it die
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Chorus:
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All those boy wonders
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Sold their medals when they saw this train
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Now this boy wonders
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When he'll feel the fall of honest rain
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I came from high land where the hopefuls have to hesitate
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Now this boy wonders
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Why the words were never worth the wait
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I'm waiting, waiting.
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In pastel paper pink over grey
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We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away
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The poor excuse they peddle as their prose.
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Dry your tears, tie your tongue and you're never sixteen
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And I'll give you a glimpse of the hard and the clean
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And my travelling chest will be open to you
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And boy will you learn that you haven't a clue
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I even asked my best friend but he could not explain
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It hit me when I left him
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I felt the rain and called it genius,
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Called it genius.
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Chorus repeat
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The Boy Wonders
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Aztec Camera |