* Thinking of poems of poverty 

Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority 

Oh what a soft touch of a boy 

He?d wander with his pride to sell and keep visions to his self 

Visions to his self 



** We?d talk of treasures, and over-rated games 

We?d steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy?s way. 

What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, 

(Sitting all alone)



Pondering times of sanctuary 

He was taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E 

Invested life in medicine, which isn't the wisest way to go 

Had so much shit going on. Convinced he?d never win. 

Convinced he was a sin-ner. 



We?d speak of women and cheaper carry-out 

We?d turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the tout, 

What we love the most of all was sittin? at the shop, while this young boy was sittin? all alone, 

Sittin? all alone 



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He couldn?t find none of his own kind, he didn?t have none of his own kind. 

You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time, spendin' all his money and his time. 



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We?d talk of treasures and over-rated games 

We?d steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy?s way. 

What we done most of all was hanging round the shop 

What we done most of all was sitting round the shop 

What we loved most of all was waiting round the shop, 

What we done the most of all was hanging round the shop while this poor boy was stting all alone.