Where do I begin?
Playing football at the end of the street till my mum shouts me in.
Back in the days when nothing meant everything.
Where did I fit in?
Somewhere amongst this assortment of an antisocial biscuit tin.
This school is doing my head in.
So let's smash the clocks,
Pull up our socks and run,
Back to times when nothing, there was nothing that seemed so clear.
Let's smash the clocks,
Pull up our socks and run,
Back to days when everything, everything was easier.
Now there's a new generation,
Kids outside the shop on the phone.
Waiting on cigarettes and alcohol.
But this is all we know,
Borrowing time to dream about the life we could of had tomorrow.
A habit that started too long ago.
So let's smash the clocks,
Pull up our socks and run,
Back to times when nothing, there was nothing that seemed so clear.
Let's smash the clocks,
Pull up our socks and run,
Back to days when everything, everything was easier.
So let's smash the clocks,
Pull up our socks and run,
Back to times when nothing, there was nothing that seemed so clear.
Let's smash the clocks,
Pull up our socks and run,
Back to days when everything, everything was easier.

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