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Last night I scrutinised a faded photo
Squinting some I wondered could it be
A flash of recognition followed
The young man I was looking at was me

He was fresh of face and pale and pretty
There was more than just a glint in those eyes
Before you leave for New York City
A few words of advice:

Don’t worry that worries all unfold
Very few will make it through the sieve
Don’t take to heart all you are told
Don’t be so damn sensitive

Get some floss between M12 and C11
Put some suncream on your temple when outside
Before you take up with Amy Bevan
A few words of advice:

Daydreaming will get you nowhere
Fantasies keeps getting in the way
Mark a map, make sure you go there
Ring Mum every week that you’re away

Last night I scrutinised a faded photo
Hard to tell if this tip comes too late
Leave your car at the pub, Bucko
Or soon the shit will hit the ventilate

Your aim might go astray little archer
But one word of advice I would insist
Chase your dreams a little harder
You might hit the target that I missed

Yeah chase your dreams a little harder
You might hit the target that I missed