Local Boy In The Photograph

There's no mistake
 I smell that smell
 It's that time of year again
 I can taste the air
 The clocks go back
 Railway track
 Something blocks the line again
 And the train runs late for the first time
 A pebble beach
 We're underneath
 A pier just been painted red
 Where I heard the news for the first time
 And all the friends lay down the flowers
 Sit on the banks and drink for hours
 Talk of the way they saw him last
 Local boy in the photograph today
 He'll always be 23
 Yet the train runs on and on
 Past the place they found his clothing
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 There's no mistake
 I smell that smell
 It's that time of year again
 I can taste the air
 The clocks go back
 Railway track
 Something blocks the line again
 And the train runs late for the first time today
 And all the friends lay down the flowers
 Sit on the banks and drink for hours
 Talk of the way they saw him last
 Local boy in the photograph today
 He's gone away