In the summer. No-one remembers. How cold it was. Back in December. Back in your hometown. It's hard to imagine. Walking around. In a similar fashion. I know 'cos I've seen it. I know 'cos I feel it. Yes I know 'cos I've been it. And nobody can tell me I'm wrong. In the playgrounds. Dream of the future. Making your own money. Doing whatever suits you. Suddenly you're older. And so reminiscient. Of playing soldiers. And the girls you were kissing. I know 'cos I've seen it. I know 'cos I feel it. Yes I know 'cos I've been it. And nobody can tell me I'm wrong. And nobody can tell me I'm wrong. Yes I know 'cos I've seen it. I know 'cos I feel it. Yes I know 'cos I've been it. And nobody can tell me I'm wrong. Look back into the world. Don't forget the world. Step into the world. In the shadows. This generation. All looked up to winners. And their low expectations. In the city. Or out in the rat race. Nothing in their pockets. But a smile on their faces. I know 'cos I've seen it. I know 'cos I feel it. Yes I know 'cos I've been it. And nobody can tell me I'm wrong. 'Cos I've seen it. I know 'cos I feel it. Yes I know 'cos I've been it. And nobody can tell me I'm wrong. And nobody can tell me I'm wrong