Lyrics Local Boy In the Photograph - Stereophonics
                                                There's 
                                                no 
                                                mistake
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                smell 
                                                that 
                                                smell
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                that 
                                                time 
                                                of 
                                                year 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                taste 
                                                the 
                                                air
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                clocks 
                                                go 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                Railway 
                                                track
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                blocks 
                                                the 
                                                line 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                train 
                                                runs 
                                                late 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                pebble 
                                                beach
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                underneath
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                pier 
                                                just 
                                                been 
                                                painted 
                                                red
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                    I 
                                                heard 
                                                the 
                                                news 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                friends 
                                                lay 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                flowers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sit 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                banks 
                                                and 
                                                drink 
                                                for 
                                                hours
 
                                    
                                
                                                Talk 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                they 
                                                saw 
                                                him 
                                                last
 
                                    
                                
                                                Local 
                                                boy 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                photograph 
                                                today
 
                                    
                                
                                                He'll 
                                                always 
                                                be 
                                                23
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yet 
                                                the 
                                                train 
                                                runs 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Past 
                                                the 
                                                place 
                                                they 
                                                found 
                                                his 
                                                clothing
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                no 
                                                mistake
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                smell 
                                                that 
                                                smell
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                that 
                                                time 
                                                of 
                                                year 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                taste 
                                                the 
                                                air
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                clocks 
                                                go 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                Railway 
                                                track
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                blocks 
                                                the 
                                                line 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                train 
                                                runs 
                                                late 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                time 
                                                today
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                friends 
                                                lay 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                flowers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sit 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                banks 
                                                and 
                                                drink 
                                                for 
                                                hours
 
                                    
                                
                                                Talk 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                they 
                                                saw 
                                                him 
                                                last
 
                                    
                                
                                                Local 
                                                boy 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                photograph 
                                                today
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                gone 
                                                away
 
                                    
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