Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you in a song
We'll call the Likely Lads
But if it's left to you
I know exactly what you'd do
With all the dreams we had

'Cause blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
(It's important to me)
I tried to make you see
(But you don't wanna know)
You don't want to know!

(If you pipe all summer long)
(Then you're forgiven in a song)
(Well that's a touch, my lad)

(They sold my rights to all my wrongs)
(And then they need the new songs)
(Welcome back, I sang)

The blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
(It's important to me)
I tried to make you see
(But you don't wanna know)
You don't want to know!

(Oh what became of the Likely Lads?)
(What became of the dreams we had?)
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
Though, we'll never know

Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you in a song
We'll call the Likely Lads

We all bought the ones
We taught 'em all we wrote the songs
That's filled with dreams we have

But blood runs thicker, oh
We're thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
(It's important to me)
I tried to make you see
(But you don't wanna know)
You don't want to know!

(Oh what became of the Likely Lads?)
(What became of the dreams we had?)
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
We'll never know!

But blood run thicker oh
We're as thick as theives you know
And that important to you
(Yes, it's important to me)
I tried to make you see
(But you dont want to know)
You don't want to know

(Oh what became of the Likely Lads?)
(What became of the dreams we had?)
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
We'll never know!

France

The ideal girl,
In London from France
Came over and left me,
She left me entranced.
Now I have to get by,
Once again on my own,
Nothing but... memories.

See I remember your eyes,
In their dark shade of brown,
While these blue eyes of mine,
They stay closed.
I kissed you goodbye on the M-109
I choked as I watched the bus go, oh-oh

Choking and smoking to your angelic soul,
Choking and smoking myself into a hole,
Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream,
And to cry... out your na-a-ame

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