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The terraces of the 70's Are only filled with rain The corner shops and B-roads Were flattened by the main Our old estate's still standing And shaken by each truck But the house where we first made love Went down to let the tarmac up Headstrong The wallpaper curled and dirtied The curtain rail pulled off The first time you cried and scratched my back I heard your old Dad cough And after on our elbows We watched the traffic crawl Underneath the orange lights And across your bedroom wall Headstrong and cocksure I pick my friends like scabs And none of them heal And when my finger stabs None of them feel Letras de cancionesNow the nightclubs are shut for you You must be 24 at least But I'll still come in spirit First love won't rest in peace Headstrong and cocksure Those were our horizons Our holiday for two Just beyond the cooling towers Our panoramic view I don't remember leaving you We both were in a state There always are a lot of girls Looking for a candidate who's... Headstrong and cocksure From Letras Mania