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So typical - a battle of wits And I've come half prepared I know all the ropes But I haven't a hope Of pulling you back to me I'm losing my grip And sailing this ship From barstool to borstal and back You made me feel I was born again It's a shame I never grew up again I'm a boy at sea And I'm stowaway scared Scared that my friends see The man amongst the many Now bottle scars are all that I have To show the boys back home Who'd said that to plead Was a sign of the weak And to fight was a sign Of the strong Just fairweather words From four-letter friends But I found out The four-letter way Songtexte You made me feel I was born again It's a shame I never grew up again I'm a boy at sea And I'm stowaway scared Scared that my friends see The man amongst the many And now I've swallowed my pride I promise you, I Couldn't eat another word I'll count to three then I sail to sea I just got to eight When you started to say I'll bid you farewell I'm going, going Gone Aus Songtexte Mania