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I used to think about it when I was a little one all alone
Used to be so excited, so excited on my own
I used to think about it when I was a little one all alone
Used to be so excited, so excited in my home
You wouldn’t believe it even if I told ya
This little girl with too much exposure
Big bad world, eyes black like a raven
I knew right then my soul needed saving
You were way out of my league back then
Go anyway, be a man
I am sixteen and I love you and I’m standing on your step
I took a photograph in my mind
But I don't know where it's kept
I'm embarrassing and limited with thoughts I have repressed
But I'm sixteen and I love you and I haven't lost it yet
I used to think about it when I was a little one all alone
Used to be so excited, so excited in my home
I used to think about it when I was a little one all alone

Used to be all about it, all about it on my own
You wouldn’t believe it even if I told ya
This little girl with too much exposure
Big bad world, eyes black like a raven
I knew right then my soul needed saving
This is the end
You were way out of my league back then
Go anyway, be a man
I am sixteen and I love you and I’m standing on your step
I took a photograph in my mind
But I don't know where it's kept
I'm embarrassing and limited with thoughts I have repressed
But I'm sixteen and I love you and I haven't lost it yet
Let me be your gospel
Baby, we’ve got history
Let me be your gospel
Baby, we’ve got history
This is the end, my faithful friend (Let me be your gospel / Baby, we’ve got history)
The bitter end, coming home again (Let me be your gospel / Baby, we’ve got history)
This is the end
Drink to you, you always wished me well
And those that don't “go fuck yourself”
Drink to you, you always wished me well
And those that don't “go fuck yourself”
This is the end

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From panoramic vistas from the peaks of stately Yorkshire ridges to drug-running ranches in
the deserts of Texas, The Chevin are a band steeped in natural grandeur. They’re a band who
grew up relishing the magnificent swathes of moorland stretching from York to Leeds visible
from atop the hill overlooking their home town of Otley – the geological marvel after which
they’re named – and instinctively destined to recreate the wonder of it in music. “Otley sits in a valley in Wharfdale and the hill on one side of the valley is The Chevin,” singer


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