The lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles
I doused a friendly venture with a hard-faced three-word gesture

I started something, forced you into a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the guilded beams
Uh, that's what tradition means
And I doused another venture with a gesture that was absolutely vile

I started something, I forced you into a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the guilded beams
Uh, that's what tradition means
And now eighteen months hard labour seems fair enough

I started something and I forced you into a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure
I started something
I started something

Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

OK Stephen? Do that again?

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