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Sunday, December 11, 2005
I was twenty one years when I wrote this song.......and it's been too bloody long!
I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long
People ask when will you grow up to be a man
But all the girls I loved at school
are already pushing prams
I loved you then as I love you still
Tho I put you on a pedestal,They put you on the pill
I don't feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl
I loved the words you wrote to me
But that was bloody yesterday
I can't survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend
I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
I'm just looking for another girl
This song, which I was listening to, (and even attempting to play on the guitar, must have been drunk), has meant a lot to me over the years. I wasn't even 21 when I heard this song, I was sixteen. Full of ideals, and beliefs that change was possible. Now it's over 21 years since I first heard it, and not much has changed. I've been away and come back, yet England is still the same in many ways. It's still a beautiful song, but now it has quite a bittersweet quality given to it by time......