All Our Yesterdays

Small Faces

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(And now for your delight,
The darling of Wapping Wharf laundrette,
Ronald Leafy a-Lane!)

I just ain't sure, what she said you know
I just ain't sure, I know I've been a fool
I know I've got to wake, own up, I've been hung up

All the time I knew
I knew her love it just weren't true
I know I've been a fool
She took me for a green up, shake up
Knew we'd break up

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Fell from out the sky, thought she was mine
Records up her nose, cured me sunshine

It had to be this way
Sun clouded and the sky was grey
And when she went away
I knew she wouldn't come back
Look back, she'd get sidetracked

Fell from out the sky, thought she was mine
Records up her nose, cured me sunshine

Song details

Composition: Steve Marriott and Ronnie Lane

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