Sam Fender – Seventeen Going Under Chords

I remember, the sickness was forever, I remember, stock videos.
Cold Septembers, the distances we covered, the fist fights on the beach.
And this is when we stop, do it all again next week.
An embryonic love, the first time that it scarred.
Embarrassed yourself for someone, crying like a child.
And the boy who kicked Tom’s head in, still bugs me now.
That’s the thing it lingers, It claws you when you’re down.

I was far too scared of him, but I would hit him in a heartbeat now.
That’s the thing with anger, It begs to stick around.
So it can feast you of your beauty, and leave you spending out to other.
Cause you hurt the ones who love you, you hurt them like they’re nothing.
You hurt them like they’re nothing.
You hurt them like they’re nothing.

I spent my teenage years, spiralling in silence
And I armed myself with a grip.
Cause I was always a fucking joke, buried in their humour.
Amongst some white noise and boy’s boys.
Locker room talk and lad’s lads.
Drenched in cheap drink and stank of fags, a mirrored picture of my old man.
“Oh god the kid’s a dab hand canny chatter, but he looks sad”
God, the kid looks so sad.
He looks so sad.

She said “the debt the debt the debt”, so I thought about shifting gear.
And how she wept and wept and wept, the luck came down on her.
I see my mother, the DWP see a number.
She cries on the phone in cover,
I’m 17 going under, I’m 17 going under.
I’m 17 going under…

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