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There's a young boy kicking tennis balls up against the wall And a young girl climbing out her window to sneak away to shows He spent most of his days trying to take herself away And she swore to herself that she wouldn't stay They bumped into each other in a small north-eastern city He was the hero of the football team and she was oh-so pretty She fast became everything that he held dear And this is what he whispered in her ear; "If you squeeze my hand three times Then you know that I'll squeeze back And if I squeeze your hand three times Then you know that I'll squeeze back" That young boy grew up to be his mother's son He didn't want to live by all the things his father had done I hope he knows he succeeded in being the better man No son of his could ask for a better dad I wish that I had met the mother of that girl I know that she would be the proudest mother in the world I'd hold her close, not letting go and kiss her on the cheek And I'd thank her for all she's given me I grew up on Copperhead Road, those early days really left their mark Those nights where I learnt to fly and we were dancing in the dark So take me to Claire Island where we spent all of those days Even though times are a-changing, The songs remain the same From Letras Mania