We had it good growing up
Convincing ourselves the streets were tough
Trying to get people in to see the band
Now at the shows they think I'm the manager
The one with the wrong info on Canada
Trying to get a beer in for the band
The noise rock kids hit the leisure centre
I read he liked to play without a tonal centre
And I've still got the bruises on my guitar
So this is the stuff that gets pushed to the sides
But I never ask why I bother to try
You've given me a whole lot of light in the dark
These are the golden margins
Out here we're left alone
It's not even that there's a reason
It's just the way that it goes
Spreading those jams in the local scene
Where the drums were mixed loud and a kid could dream
About putting into the songs what I knew
And they taped it off the radio
They wanted the tabs
I loved talking after playing ‘cause time would never drag
I'm happy I'll never get over you
These are the golden margins
Out here we're mostly left alone
It's not even that there's a reason
It's just the way that it goes
These are the golden margins
Out here we're left alone
It's not even that there's a reason
It's just the way that it goes

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