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The View - The Don

      
      

                         
Thinking of poems of poverty
                                                            
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority
                         
Oh what a soft touch of a boy
                                                     
He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
               
Visions to his self

                                      
We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games
                                                                
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.
                            
What we loved most of all was sitting around the shop 
                                         
Whilst this young boy was sitting all alone
            
Sitting all alone,

    

                        
Pondering times of sanctuary
                                                        
He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E
                                      
Invested life in medicine which isn’t the wisest way to go
                                           
Had so much shit going on, convinced he'd never win
                  
Convinced he was a sin.

                                  
We'd speak of women and cheaper carryout’s
                                                       
We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts,
                            
What we loved most of all was sitting round the shop
                                      
Whilst this poor boy was sitting all alone 
     
Sittin' all a.

                                      
We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games
                                                                
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.

                            
What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
Whilst thing you boy was sitting all alone 

                                 
He didn’t find none of his own kind (none of his own kind)
                                 
He didn't have none of his own kind (none of his own)
                                                   
You should take interest in his mind, Not spend all of his time,
                         
Wasting all his money and time

                         
Thinking of poems of poverty(writing lines and drinking tea)
                                                            
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority
(how to gain authority)
                         
Oh what a soft touch of a don
                                                     
He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
               
Visions to his self

                                      
We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games
                                                                
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.
 (Heavier)                  
What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
                                      
Whilst this young boy was sitting all alone 
    
Sittin' all a.

                                      
We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games
                                                                
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way.
                           
What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
                    
What we loved most was waiting round the shop
                    
What we loved most was sitting round the shop,
 (one stum)         
What we loved most was hanging round the shop while this young boy was sitting all alone


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Dave
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