No, I don't remember Guildford
What, was there something? Jog my memory
Not the cathedral or the pool
If there was a pool
I'm a little past it
I'm near enough to be scorched, not blasted

But no, I don't remember Jenner Road
Even though we lived there
And things came through the letterbox thick and fast
It's in the past
It's in the bracken
Did something happen? The sky just blackened
Now there's a butterfly on my face
And I'm a number in a drawer

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Hang up your net, child;
Show some respect to the ghosts that are ruining your life
It's your life

No, I don't remember falling
From a flagpole onto a taxi
To leave my imprint and my entrails
For you to kiss
In the morning sun

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No, I don't remember Guildford

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Writer(s): ROBYN ROWAN HITCHCOCK