Farewell my child it's time
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To leave this all behind
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Exchanging the river for the sea
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Farewell to saturday's child
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Cut loose before his prime
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Set adrift in the city
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Speak to me now of isolation
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Feel your way home in the dark
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Here comes the old greay man
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Back bent before his time
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Tracing figures in the sand
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He has no more crosses to bear
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Sat upon his rocking chair
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Gazes out toward the sea
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Speak to me now of visions
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Seen through a looking glass mind
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Speak of your inhibitions
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You still have your mountain to climb
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Saturday's child
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Brendan Perry |