My Finest Hour Lyrics - The Sundays

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When the world it shows me up
My clothes they show me up
I never knew this before
My finest hour that i've ever known

Was finding a pound on the underground

When my words came stumbling out
And then i went tumbling out
I've never believed before
And the finest hour that i've ever known

Was finding a pound on the underground

And i 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

When the words came stumbling out of my mouth
And then i went tumbling out here no no no

But i 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 oh wouldn't it be such fun
Oh 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
You're you're you're too young

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