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A little boy me went fishing in a wooden boat
Sitting there for hours in the cold
Patience is a virtue till we die
Then a ripple in the water chaught my eyes

Sometimes we don’t know what we’re waiting for
That’s the time to be the first one on the dancefloor
We go from green to blue to gold to black
Breathe deep, who knows how long this will last

Only was last weekend learned to drive
Stole my Mother’s keys and drove all night
Christine never showed it’s 4am
Started up Mum’s car drove home again

One year ago I kissed my bride
Now I wait to hear my baby’s cry
Woman showed me all that she knew then
To cut himself down man’s bron again

Christine died and now I’m here alone
What I wouldn’t give to be on that
wooden boat