A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach
But for the grace of god goes another man
He was a friend that I could not reach
He thought I was cold but I understand And I may just waste away from doing nothing
Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored
But you're a martyr for even less
A choirboy is buried on the moors
And others were born to stack shelves
So some kids are best left to fend for themselves But you're a martyr for even less
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