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The Trash Can Sinatras - You Made Me Feel Lyrics




So typical - a battle of wits
And I've come half prepared
I know all the ropes
But I haven't a hope

Of pulling you back to me
I'm losing my grip
And sailing this ship
From bar stool to borstal and back

You made me feel I was born again
It's a shame I never grew up again
I'm a boy at sea
And I'm stowaway scared
Scared that my friends see
The man amongst the many

Now bottle scars are all that I have
To show the boys back home
Who'd said that to plead
Was a sign of the weak

And to fight was a sign
Of the strong
Just fairweather words
From four-letter friends

But I found out
The four-letter way

You made me feel I was born again
It's a shame I never grew up again
I'm a boy at sea
And I'm stowaway scared
Scared that my friends see
The man amongst the many

And now I've swallowed my pride
I promise you I
Couldn't eat another word
I'll count to three then I sail to sea

I just got to eight
When you started to say
I'll bid you farewell
I'm going, going, gone
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So typical - a battle of wits
And I've come half prepared
I know all the ropes
But I haven't a hope

Of pulling you back to me
I'm losing my grip
And sailing this ship
From bar stool to borstal and back

You made me feel I was born again
It's a shame I never grew up again
I'm a boy at sea
And I'm stowaway scared
Scared that my friends see
The man amongst the many

Now bottle scars are all that I have
To show the boys back home
Who'd said that to plead
Was a sign of the weak

And to fight was a sign
Of the strong
Just fairweather words
From four-letter friends

But I found out
The four-letter way

You made me feel I was born again
It's a shame I never grew up again
I'm a boy at sea
And I'm stowaway scared
Scared that my friends see
The man amongst the many

And now I've swallowed my pride
I promise you I
Couldn't eat another word
I'll count to three then I sail to sea

I just got to eight
When you started to say
I'll bid you farewell
I'm going, going, gone
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Writer: JOHN RICHARD DOUGLAS, PAUL LIVINGSTON, FRANK READER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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