Boston Manor - On a High Ledge

Father I think I'm different.
I don't like playing with the other boys.
Father I'm different.
I like the way the flowers smell.

On a high ledge

I want to cry but I don't know how.
My lips are chapped but my hands are soft.
Circles don't fit into squares.

On a high ledge
(Man up man)

Written by:
Michael  Peter Cunniff, Mike A Sapone, Jordan Martin Pugh, Henry James Cox, Daniel Jake Cunniff, Ashley Peter Wilson

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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