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a year and a half of small-town nights
with my messed-up hair swinging in my eyes
and eyeliner making my cheeks grey-black…
you can go anywhere for fifty pence these days
(so long as you don’t stray too far from home)
…living for two days off own-brand lemonade, counting coppers in the palm of my hand,
shivering in bus-stop corners on Tuesday nights
(always Tuesdays), chips and curry in greaseproof paper and a plastic fork…

best advice I ever had I got from the lyrics of some half-imagined song I played on repeat with headphones jammed into my ears trying my best to absorb every word like it was some sort of universal truth…

(I get knocked down, then I get up again, you're never gonna kick me down)

A/N:Lyrics are from Tubthumping by Chumbawamba (for those who don't remember, it was a mid-nineties drinking song)...