Title: Real Gone Kid
Artist: Deacon Blue
Composer(s): Ricky Ross
Lyric:
'Cause I'd tear out the pages
That I've got in these books
Just to find you some words
Just to get some reward
And I'll show you all the photographs
That I ever got took
And I'll play you old 45's
That now mean nothing to me
And you're a real gone kid
And maybe now, baby
(Maybe now baby)
Maybe now, baby
(Maybe now, baby)
Maybe now, baby
(Maybe now, baby)
I'll do what I should have did
Now I've stood on your shadow
And I've watched it grow
And it's shaken and it's driven me
And let me know, let me know, let me know, let me know
About all the old 45's
And the paperback rooms
And it's scattered all the photographs
Of summers and suns
And you're a real gone kid
And maybe now, baby
(Maybe now, baby)
Maybe now, baby
(Maybe now, baby)
Maybe now, baby
(Maybe now, baby)
I'll do what I should have did
'Cause you're a real gone kid
Cried and I craved, hoped and I saved
And I put away those souvenirs, souvenirs, souvenirs
I cried and I craved, hoped and I saved
And I put away those souvenirs, souvenirs, souvenirs
You're a real gone kid
And maybe now, baby
(Maybe now, baby)
Maybe now, baby
(Maybe now, baby)
Maybe now, baby
(Maybe now, baby)
I'll do what I should have did
'Cause you're a real gone kid, oh
'Cause you're a real gone kid
You're a real gone kid
(Do what I should have done)
'Cause you're a real gone kid
(Do what I should have done)
'Cause you're a real gone kid
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