Out here in the fields
I fought for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgivenDon't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wastelandSally, take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
And don't look past my shoulderThe exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older
Songwriters
ROBERTSON, ED/PAGE, STEVENPublished by
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