My Finest Hour
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My Finest Hour lyrics

AlbumReading, Writing and Arithmetic
Year1990
GenreFolk
Duration3:59
Original languageEnglish
Views1.9K
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And the world, it shows me up My clothes, they show me up I never knew this before The finest hour I've ever known Was finding a pound on the underground And my words came stumbling out And then I went tumbling out I've never been hit before And the finest hour I've ever known Was finding a pound on the underground And I'll keep hoping you are the same as me And I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea We are who we are, what do the others know? But poetry is not for me So show me the way to go home And the words came stumbling out of my mouth And then I went tumbling out But I'll keep hoping you are the same as me And I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea We are who we are, what do the others know? But poetry is not for me So show me the way to go Oh, I'm going home But I'll keep hoping you are the only one Yes and I'll send you letters, wouldn't it be such fun? We are who we are, whatever the others say But poetry is not for me And much as I'd like to stay Oh, I just want to go home You're, you're, you're too young Should've been you, you're, you're too young It should've been you too, you're too, you're too young It should've been you, you, you're too young You should've been safer, saner Bribed the judge and then sat down Ooh you're, you're, you're too young

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