You came back into my life
Messed me up again
Freaked me out once or twice
Then did it ten times ten
I saw you were an arty child
Head in a book and in the clouds
Your beauty and natural humour
Astounded me for a while
You were never one for
City center crowds
Here we are
Arms opened up
Talk about love
What it meant to us
The gang were the shiz
When we were what we did
We were the biz
And we lived that’s how we lived
Take a walk
Anywhere around
You’ll see the signs
How we built this town
I’m not a prince
You’re not a king
Like a summer storm
A wonderful welcome thing
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