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My Finest Hour (Peel Session)

When the world, it shows me up

My clothes, they show me up

I never knew this before

The finest hour that I've ever known

Was finding a pound on the Underground

When my words came stumbling out

Then I went tumbling out

I've never been hit before

The finest hour that I've ever known

Was finding a pound on the UndergroundAnd I keep hoping you are the same as me

And I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea

We are who we are, what do the others know

But poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go (home)When the words came stumbling out of my mouth

And I went tumbling out (here, no no, no no)But I keep hoping you are the same as me

And I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea

We are who we are, what do the others know

But poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go

Oh, I'm going homeBut I'll keep hoping you are the only one

Yes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun

Oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say

But poetry is not for me, as much as I'd like to stay

Oh, I just want to go homeYou're, you're, you're too young

Should've been, you, you're, you're too young

It should've been, you too, you're too, you're too young

It should've been, you, you, you're too young

You should've been safe here

Bribed the judge and then sat down

Oh, you're, you're, you're too young

Songwriters

DAVID GAVURIN, HARRIET WHEELERPublished by

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