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When I was little
When I was a child
I couldn't wait to be seven
Didn't want to be five
There were girls and jokes
I couldn't get yet
The jokes aloof
The girls were over my head

When I was little
When I was a child
I couldn't wait to be seven
Didn't want to be five
There were girls and jokes
I couldn't get yet
The jokes aloof
The girls were over my head

So easily done
That it couldn't be taught
Don't be embarrassed
Don't give it a thought
She pulled up in a lay by
Near my house
She undid her seatbelt
But she did not get out

And it was so slow
It was so slow
And it was so slow
It was so slow

Somewhere to get to
Somewhere to go
I'm taking the train
Not a bus or a boat
Leaving from Paddington
Feels so grand
Like your journey matters
And a change is at hand

This country's good
But it's not mine
Old red blood
On a new brown sign
Purple gorse
On a mountainside
We can walk
We can make great strides

And it was so slow
It was so slow
And it was so slow
It was so slow

This country's good
But it's not mine
Old red blood
On a new brown sign
Purple gorse
On a mountainside
We can walk
We can make great strides, oh

Oh, and it was so slow
And it was so slow
And it was so slow
And so slow