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I often think about the nights,
the times before I learnt that all my days have got a number.
Chasing all the girls up Lilyhill, bare-chested in the rain.
The green and white on a Saturday, birling through the turnstiles and singing all the way down Easter Road.
Would you forgive me, what do you say, Edina?

I've been listening for the van, counting change from out my pocket for an ice-cream from the man,
I've been skinnin' all my knees, running from the polis, hide and seek along Great Junction Street.