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Growing Up

from Our Mate John by John Hardy

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Street lights on, first love's a calling me
Across the bridge, from where she's meeting me
These gas work nights, I dream about all day
I know her name, but won't share it anyway

Growing up, in my town
Growing up in my town
Growing up as the night falls down
Growing up, in my town

Friday night; pool, a pint, a cigarette
At seventeen there's still places that we're not served yet
Underaged and over-boozed, confident like megaphones
We're playing grown-ups now, but none of us as yet left home

I rode my bike down Prinny Avenue
French kissing in the dark with you
From a boy to man, as the clock struck ten
Oh, if your boyfriend only knew

Me and Steve, we fell out over Emily
And ten years on there's still places that we cannot be
We left our town, we never said goodbye
Mistakes you make, can last past closing time.

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from Our Mate John, released July 9, 2015

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John Hardy Nottingham, UK

'Driven vans, been in bands, had to buy my own mic stands' goes a line form track 3 on the EP Our Mate John. That's what I've done and it's taken me a long time to be able to write these songs. Trying to find my own voice, not to copy and be original is something not always rewarded in music, but it's something I strive to be. ... more

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