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I miss my youth, I won't pretend
The boy from Swansea, strikes again
Bobby knocking, til the end
I am dyslexic in my defence
Hopping hedges with my friends
Poo bagging cars was just immense
Life was simpler way back when
Freddo's only cost ten pence
We'd shove bangers through some strangers letterbox
Needless to say, that was the end of Gillian Fox
On the plus side Scotty Wyre
Isn't constantly getting his Todger out in PE anymore
Not sure why that was so important to him, anyway
Peaches out of reach is what feels like
Get me back to Game boys and water slides
Guess I'll never Level up in real life
No gold coins, just white noise
I could have died young
Missed out on fun
And never found love
Maybe I should have died young
Should have died young
Should have died young
Adulthood's like a funeral on a come down
All I do is watch films until 4am and fail to turn my life around
My sister used to kick the living daylights out of me
Just so that she could have the remote control
You can have it Hannah, I'd rather stare at the goldfish bowl
Peaches out of reach is what feels like
Get me back to Game boys and water slides
Guess I'll never Level up in real life
No gold coins, just white noise
I could have died young
Missed out on fun
And never found love
Maybe I should have died young
Should have died young
Should have died young
What has actually happened to me?
I can't even start the day without a 5 mile run
A 20 minute meditation and a cold shower
I used to be king of the kitchen disco
Now the idea of sitting around a strangers table
Talking absolute nonsense until the sun comes up
Gives me heart palpitations
Peaches out of reach is what feels like
Get me back to Game boys and water slides