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Real Gone Kid by Deacon Blue

'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

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

I 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
You're a real gone kid

'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
(Say what I should have said)
You're a real
Gone
Kid