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

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    Composition: Steve Marriott and Ronnie Lane

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