I remember Butlins was a great place to go
To play with all they kids that you didn’t even know
And I’ve stayed in contact with a few and what does that show…
My life ain’t moved on.
I remember the girls when in class at school
The ones that I fancied but I was never near cool
More shy to be honest more gauged as the fool…
My life ain’t moved on.
What am I trying to do what do I want to do
Why do I stand in the pouring rain and think on what’s gone
I’ve failed to work out where I simply belong…
My life ain’t moved on.
I remember chances and too frightened to take
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