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I remember nights out when we were young,
They weren't very good; they were rubbish,
Running 'round High Royds isn't fun,
Just teenagers testing their courage.
Standing outside nightclubs in the snow
Is not very cool or impressive,
Electing all the girls from the year below,
No need for I.D.s with those dresses.
Got news from afar,
From a girl who knows who we are,
She's still got my dinner money,
And she can keep it.
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Never had a fight that we haven't lost,
We're not very tough or athletic,
Once I had a boxing champ in a headlock,
When he gets out, I'll regret it!
Got keys to a car,
Picked up my girl from Foster's Bar,
The fast-food and the cinema,
It's not worth it.
Got word from down south,
Well, he had heard about it, what a mouth,
Haven't much stayed in touch
Since High Royds.
Let it go, let it go, and if I'm rolling, I won't know
'Cause no one's gonna tell but a friend,
But he is gone and he is gone, and everybody went along,
And nobody was left there in the end.
Got news from Uncle Hugh
Through a second cousin once removed,
It's too late, there's a housing estate,
It's called High Royds.
Got a text from an ex,
She wants to know when we're in London next,
Will you write a song about me?
I don't think so!
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