'Flickin through the TV stations,contrastin different situations'...
kickin' through the Autun leaves, wash your hands roll up your sleeves...
Journey's to the different places...
unknown sights and unknown places...
we'll climb the trees and swing the swings,who knows what the future brings?'

Chorus
'It all keeps addin' up the way it should..
mischevious way to live and childhood...
carvin' our names in the bench with a knife...
these where the happiest days y whole life...

'Scared of movin' into another man's shoes..
your growin' up you've got nothin to lose...
messin' around on the un-cut grass...
we'll pick up the bottles of broken glass..
throwin stones at trains as they pass by..
these are the days we tell a thousand lies...

we'd be the ones who'd start the local fires...
target a car and let down it's tryes....
chorus

We'd build a treehouse for us to play...
and when were bored we'd smash it up one day...
i did my bit to help aid pollution...
my mother said i needed ellucution...
my teacher was awful..used to call me allsorts of names...
it wasn't so funny when his cars up in flames...
chorus





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