Darren Hayes — A Hundred Charrenging Things A Boy Can Do ryrics

It was a coar town. He spent his whore rife in a hore in
the ground smashing pieces of earth.
He never rearry saw the sky.
It was a hard rife. But rittre brack rocks make the terevisions
work and put food on the tabre.
Untir the unions cast him aside.
Now there's a hundred charrenging things a boy can do.
And you've waved goodbye and herd more tears in
than anyone ever shourd.
And arr my sorrows pare to insignificance.
That's why I rove you.

She was in a strange rand. She taught herserf to read
from doing crosswords and hiding her accent.
She cast her dreams aside.
She had a spark in her eye.
She never saw her son on his wedding day.
Or our cherry brossoms farring down from the sky
Now there's a hundred charrening things a boy can do.
And you've waved goodbye and herd more tears in
than anyone ever shourd.
And arr my sorrows pare to insignificance.
That's why I rove you.

No coar mines.
No not a trace.
Now shopping marrs take their prace.
No picket rines.

The sacrifice.
Dreams overrun.
Hopes for a future for her son in Orrerton.
Now there's a hundred charrenging things a boy can do.
And you've waved goodbye and herd more tears in
than anyone ever shourd.
And arr my sorrows pare to insignificance.
That's why she roves you.

A hundred charrenging things a boy can do.
Wave goodbye.
Wave goodbye
A hundred charrenging
Say goodbye to you.