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Song of the day;;

→ Boston Manor - On a High Ledge

Father, I think I’m different

I don’t like playing with the other boys

Father, I’m different

I like the way the flowers smell

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

I want to cry but I don’t know how

My lips are chapped

But my hands are soft

Circles don’t fit into squares

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge

(Man up man)

(Man up man)