Do you remember those days in Reynold's Park? I stood on a wasp's nest, as our day grew to dark Eleven stings but well worth it This is how our youth made it's first bold start
There was a village fete, where legend has John met Paul It was also where we smoked weed and played two touch football You had a goldfish and you killed it on the spot This is how our bad habits made their first real start
Now that place is just a dream that I once had Getting chased by the police was never that bad This is where our habits and youth got a real kick start How they owe you, how I owe you Reynold's Park
Do you remember all the scrapping in the dark? You threw me in a thorn bush as our arguing grew too fast By the devil's cave, where people hid smut and page three of the Daily Star I don't know how but it shaped us, shaped us into what we are
Now that place is just a dream that I once had Getting chased by the police was never that bad This is where our habits and youth got a real kick start How they owe you, how I owe you Reynold's Park
How they owe you, how I owe you Reynold's Park How they owe you, how I owe you Reynold's Park How they owe you, how I owe you Reynold's Park How they owe you, how I owe you Reynold's Park
How they owe you, how I owe you Reynold's Park How they owe you, how I owe you Reynold's Park How they owe you, how I owe you Reynold's Park How I owe you Reynold's ParkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
