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so typical â a battle of wits
and i've come half prepared
i know all the ropes
but i haven't a hope
of pulling you back to me
i'm losing my grip
and sailing this ship
from barstool to borstal and back
you made me feel i was born again
it's a shame i never grew up again
i'm a boy at sea
and i'm stowaway scared
scared that my friends see
the man amongst the many
now bottle scars are all that I have
to show the boys back home
who'd said that to plead
was a sign of the weak
and to fight was a sign
of the strong
just fairweather words
from four-letter friends
but i found out
the four-letter way
you made me feel i was born again
it's a shame i never grew up again
i'm a boy at sea
and i'm stowaway scared
scared that my friends see
the man amongst the many
and now i've swallowed my pride
i promise you i
couldn't eat another word
i'll count to three then i sail to sea
i just got to eight
when you started to say
i'll bid you farewell
i'm going, going, gone
- Album:
- Wild Pendulum
- In The Music
- Weightlifting
- Fez
- Brel - Acoustic Performances from Glasgow
- Brel
- Cake
- A Happy Pocket
- Obscurity Knocks E.P.
- Zebra of the Family (disc 2)
- Hayfever
- Snow
- On a B Road
- To Sir, With Love
- How Can I Apply...?
- Circling the Circumference
- Aberrations
- On a B Road Again
- FCD (FreeCompactDisc)
- Paste Magazine Sampler #12: Oct-Nov 2004