[Narrator]
There's a few bob in your pocket
And you've got good friends
And it seems that summers never coming to an end
Young, free and innocent, you haven't got a care
Apart from deciding on the clothes you're gonna wear
The street's turned into paradise
The radio's singing dreams
You're innocent, immortal, you're just 15

And who'd dare tell the lambs in spring
What fate the later seasons bring
Who's tell the girl in the middle of the pair
The price she'll pay for just being there

But leave them alone, let them go and play
They care not for what's at the end of the day
For what is to come, for what might have been
Life has no ending when you're sweet 16

And your friends are with you to talk away the night
Or until Mrs Wong switches off the chippy light
Then there's always the corner
And the street lamp's glare
And another hour to spend with your friends, with her
To share your last cigarette and your secret dream
At the midnight hour, at 17

It's just another ferryboat, a trip to the beach
But everything is possible, the world is within your reach
And you don't even notice the broken bottles in the sand
The oil in the water and you can't understand
How living could be anything other than a dream
When you're young, free and innocent and just 18

And only if the three of them
Could stay like that forever
And only if we could predict no changes in the weather
And only if we didn't live in life as well as dreams
And only if we could stop and be forever, just 18

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