For a pocket full of mumbles...I am just a poor boy and my story seldom told
I have squandered my reasistance
For a pocket full of mumbles...
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boySuch are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
Man shed tidied.
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It's 18 x 15 feet, but starting to feel rather cramped!

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quartersIn the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Night JimBoyNight Johnboy.
I've never seen a slow worm.
OwdoMorning. I’m up too. Looks like a cracking morning so I’ll get out soon and enjoy it.