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I brought you some Francs
From my travelling chest
You'll spare me the thanks
'Til you know I'm the best
So come Hogmonay
When love comes in slurs
Resolutions I'll make
And you can label them "hers"
We threw our hands up high
We nearly touched the sky
We clicked our heels and spat and swore
We'd never let it die

All those boy wonders
Sold their medals when they saw this train
Now this boy wonders
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain

I came from high land
There the hopefuls have to hesitate
Now this boy wonders
Why the words were never worth the wait
I'm waiting, waiting

In pastel paper pink over grey
We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away
The poor excuse they peddle as their prose

Dry your tears, tie your tongue
And you're never sixteen
And I'll give you a glimpse
Of the hard and the clean
And my travelling chest
Will be open to you
And boy will you learn
That you haven't a clue

I even asked my best friend
But he could not explain
It hit me when I left him
I felt the rain and called it genius
Called it genius!

All those boy wonders
Sold their medals when they saw this train
Now this boy wonders
When he'll feel the fall of honest rain

I came from high land
There the hopefuls have to hesitate
Now this boy wonders
Why the words were never worth the wait
I brought you some Francs   From my travelling chest   You'll spare me the thanks   'Til you know I'm the best   So come Hogmonay   When love comes in slurs   Resolutions I'll make   And you can label them "hers"   We threw our hands up high   We nearly touched the sky   We clicked our heels and spat and swore   We'd never let it die      All those boy wonders   Sold their medals when they saw this train   Now this boy wonders   When he'll feel the fall of honest rain      I came from high land   There the hopefuls have to hesitate   Now this boy wonders   Why the words were never worth the wait   I'm waiting, waiting      In pastel paper pink over grey   We wrap, wrap, wrap and chuck, chuck away   The poor excuse they peddle as their prose      Dry your tears, tie your tongue   And you're never sixteen   And I'll give you a glimpse   Of the hard and the clean   And my travelling chest   Will be open to you   And boy will you learn   That you haven't a clue      I even asked my best friend   But he could not explain   It hit me when I left him   I felt the rain and called it genius   Called it genius!      All those boy wonders   Sold their medals when they saw this train   Now this boy wonders   When he'll feel the fall of honest rain      I came from high land   There the hopefuls have to hesitate   Now this boy wonders   Why the words were never worth the wait