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A song about teenage pregnancy, parental outrage and dismal outlook. All produced by me using Garageband and some live recordings. Songwriting credits to:
(Brierley/Denfhy/Vafodis) - the first one is me 8=)
(Brierley/Denfhy/Vafodis) - the first one is me 8=)
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Lyrics
From Playgrounds to playing around in the backseat of his car
From pin-up posters to baby brochures cluttering a bottom draw
Hand me down those parents' frowns - always happens to someone else
When curtains waver and neighnours favour, gossip more than help
A darkened room the decent thing on a rainy day in July
Decent for who you can't decide, outside you gaze at passersby,
Wide-eyed girls plan lover's schemes stolen from kiss and tell magazines
Back in the real world your dreams lie scattered like so much damp confetti.
Too young for tears.
High rise hopes climbing stairs - the lift is always broken
Left deafened by your war of words so few of yours are spoken
While every morning at haöf-past the government collects his autograph
Learning to stand in line because in time the world will come to you
No Jackanory family story Peter Pans passed you by
His son screams your life away, only old films make you cry
Drenched in sweat in the early light frustration blunts life's appetite
The morning after the life before waking up to the truth
Too young for tears
From pin-up posters to baby brochures cluttering a bottom draw
Hand me down those parents' frowns - always happens to someone else
When curtains waver and neighnours favour, gossip more than help
A darkened room the decent thing on a rainy day in July
Decent for who you can't decide, outside you gaze at passersby,
Wide-eyed girls plan lover's schemes stolen from kiss and tell magazines
Back in the real world your dreams lie scattered like so much damp confetti.
Too young for tears.
High rise hopes climbing stairs - the lift is always broken
Left deafened by your war of words so few of yours are spoken
While every morning at haöf-past the government collects his autograph
Learning to stand in line because in time the world will come to you
No Jackanory family story Peter Pans passed you by
His son screams your life away, only old films make you cry
Drenched in sweat in the early light frustration blunts life's appetite
The morning after the life before waking up to the truth
Too young for tears
