The Don Tekst
Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority
Oh what a soft touch of a boy
He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
Visions to his self
We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sitting all alone
Pondering times of sanctuary
He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E
Invested life in medicine, had so much shit going on.
Convinced he'd never win. Convinced he was a sin.
We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts
We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts,
What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop, while this young boy was sittin' all alone,
Sittin' all alone
We'd talk of treasures and overrated games
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting at the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sittin' all alone
He couldn't find none of his own kind, he didn't have none of his own kind
You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and time
What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
What we loved most was sitting round the shop
What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop,
What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone
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Don Tekst
Tænker på digte af fattigdom
Sidder med en stram clenched håndleddet, tænker sådan vinde myndighed
Åh hvad en blød røre af dreng
Han ville vandre med stolthed at sælge og holde visioner til sin self
Visioner til hans self
Vi ville taler om skatte, og over-rated spil
Vi ville stjæle mælk flasker, snige gennem bagsiden runde Jimmys måde.
Hvad vi elsker mest af alle, sad runde butikken, mens denne fattige drengen sad alle alene,
Mødet alle alene
Tænke gange Sanctuary
Han sad tager sin klaverundervisning, vi var på halv en e
Investerede liv i medicin, havde så meget lort foregår.
Overbevist om han ville aldrig vinde. Overbevist om han var en synd.
Vi vil tale om kvinder og billigere carryouts
Vi ville slå til alle festivaler, forsøger at bringe ned touts,
Hvad vi elsker mest af alt sittin'' ved butikken, mens denne ung dreng sittin'' alle alene,
Sittin'' alle alene
Vi vil tale om skatte og overvurderede spil
Vi ville stjæle mælk flasker, snige gennem bagsiden runde Jimmys måde.
Hvad vi elsker mest af alle, sad på butikken, mens denne fattige drengen sad alle alene,
Sittin'' alle alene
Han kunne ikke finde ingen af sin egen art, han havde ikke ingen af sin egen art
Du bør tage interesse i hans sind, ikke tilbringe alle hans tid wastin alle hans penge og tid
Hvad vi elsker mest af alle hængende runde butikken
Hvad vi elskede mest sad runde butikken
Hvad vi elskede mest stående på Dryburgh butikken,
Hvad vi elskede den mest hængende runde butikken, mens han var alle alene
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