Cambridge Blue

Outside it looks like rain
Inside it’s just the same
And you, are tearing me apart
I know it’s time to go
You don’t need to tell me so
I feel, it’s in your heart

If I knew then what I know now
I’d have changed the world and boy just how
You see the things I say never turn out how I mean
Do the trees have leaves or are they bare
Are the things you see, are they really there
For Cambridge blue isn’t blue at all, it’s green

Been twenty one for thirty years
And whisky’s good for hiding fears
And friends, are friends no more
And when the sun goes down
The twinkling lights of London town
For now, make my eyes sore

The precious time that we spent
Playing silly games to pay the rent
I wish I could be twenty one again
But teenage years are no recompense
For a mortgage paid, and common sense
It’s just the little boy needs to surface, now and then
Do the trees have leaves or are they bare
Are the things you see, are they really there
For Cambridge blue isn’t blue at all – it’s green

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