There's no mistake, I smell that smell,
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clock's go back, railway track,
Something blocks the line again,
And the train runs late for the first time,

A pebble beach, we're underneath,
A pier just been painted red
Where I hear the news for the first time

And all the friends lay down their flowers,
Sat on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last,
Local boy in the photograph today

You'll always be twenty three,
Yet the train runs on and on,
Past the place they found his clothing...
Bah bah bah bah bah...
Bah bah bah, bah bah...

There's no mistake, I smell that smell,
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clock's go back, railway track,
Something blocks the line again,
And the train runs late for the first time today,

And all the friends lay down their flowers,
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last,
Local boy in the photograph, today
He's gone away

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