How Much We Would Grow
Eighteen years old, I'm not the same
As that little boy playing in the rain
Used to ride my bike almost every day
Now it's pints, starting fights, good kids astray
But, I wish that some time
We were playing football in oh nine
Stole your neighbour's for sale sign
Oh-oh
And the sun would never set
'Til our t-shirts dripped in sweat
And our curfew had been met
Oh-oh
Running through the high street
The wind fills out our sails
Feel the dirt under my nails
Oh-oh
'Til my trainers had no soul
Little did I know
Just how much we would grow
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
A few moved away just after summer
And I have to say I saw it coming
Go and make their mark, just like the others
They're the boys I'm proud to call my brothers
But, I wish that some time
We were playing football in oh nine
Stole your neighbour's for sale sign
Oh-oh
And the sun would never set
'Til our t-shirts dripped in sweat
And our curfew had been met
Oh-oh
Running through the high street
The wind fills out our sails
Feel the dirt under my nails
Oh-oh
'Til my trainers had no soul
Little did I know
Just how much we would grow
Oh-oh
Running through the high street
The wind fills out our sails
Feel the dirt under my nails
Oh-oh
'Til my trainers had no soul
Little did I know
Just how much we would grow
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
As that little boy playing in the rain
Used to ride my bike almost every day
Now it's pints, starting fights, good kids astray
But, I wish that some time
We were playing football in oh nine
Stole your neighbour's for sale sign
Oh-oh
And the sun would never set
'Til our t-shirts dripped in sweat
And our curfew had been met
Oh-oh
Running through the high street
The wind fills out our sails
Feel the dirt under my nails
Oh-oh
'Til my trainers had no soul
Little did I know
Just how much we would grow
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
A few moved away just after summer
And I have to say I saw it coming
Go and make their mark, just like the others
They're the boys I'm proud to call my brothers
But, I wish that some time
We were playing football in oh nine
Stole your neighbour's for sale sign
Oh-oh
And the sun would never set
'Til our t-shirts dripped in sweat
And our curfew had been met
Oh-oh
Running through the high street
The wind fills out our sails
Feel the dirt under my nails
Oh-oh
'Til my trainers had no soul
Little did I know
Just how much we would grow
Oh-oh
Running through the high street
The wind fills out our sails
Feel the dirt under my nails
Oh-oh
'Til my trainers had no soul
Little did I know
Just how much we would grow
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Calum Bowie
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