Means

A bottle of wine from North East
And a hoodie you suggest would warm me
Keep my feet on the ground when my head's not around
And I can't imagine anyone else for me

Walk up the back way of Wood St
Getting far up the hill like we would be
And my feet feel like God got his message across
I don't know how it seems anymore
I'm not walking your Means anymore

It's too late to tell you I miss ya
It's fate and my head is all mixed up
I reckon it's true what they said about you
I can't help with your needs anymore
I'm not walking your Means anymore



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Writer(s): David Parker
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