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Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands. And I'm overhearingelder ladies, As the rumours start to fly
You can hear them in the schoolyard. In the scrapyard. In the chip shop. Inthe phone box. In the pool hall. At the shoe store. Every corner turned around
It started with a school girl. Who was running. Running home to her Mum and
Dad
Told them she was playing, in the change room of local football side. Theysaid tell us again, she told them again, tell us the truth, we find it hardto believe. Cause hethought our steve, he even trained me taught Uncle John whose a father ofthree.
Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches
Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees1000 trees
You see it in the classroom. In the swimming pool. Where the matchstick menare made. At the scout's hall. At the football. All the wise we trust are paid
They all honour his name. He did a lot for the game. He got his nameknocked up above the sports ground gates. But now they're ripping themdown, stamp on theground Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge
Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches
Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees1000 trees
Wake up and smell the rain. Shake up, he's back to stay. He hasn't been ona holiday. His growing seeds don't believe. While he's been away.
In the schoolyard. Changing room. Playing field. Bathroom. Phone box.
Office blocks. Corners turned around.
They keep doubting the flame, tossing the blame. Got his name knocked upabove the sports ground gates. And they're ripping them down, stamping theground
Picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge
Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches
Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees1000 trees1000 trees1000 trees
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