[00:00.74]When we were young, we could piss up the boys boat wall
[00:04.72]A black expanse of pitch, or tar, or whatever it was
[00:08.21]It doesn't matter much anymore
[00:10.02]And tussles with the girls before the advent of pubescent awe and confusion
[00:15.73]Knickers thick, pasty in the roar of adolescence's dawn
[00:28.27]How innocent and cruel
[00:30.94]Ran the gauntlet of first stirrings in the changing rooms of May
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[00:38.59]Where are you now? Don't answer that
[00:45.59]I'm still ugly
[00:48.58]You're still fat
[00:52.44]I've still got spots
[00:55.42]I'm still afraid
[00:59.55]Our parents made us what we are
[01:03.08]Or was it God?
[01:05.45]Who gives a ****, it's never really over
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