Seventeen Going Under - Sam Fender by G

stylistic devices

larajolineg — 2025-09-01 18:02:15 UTC

stylistic devices

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stylistic devices

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stylistic devices

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main emotion/theme

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main emotion/theme

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main emotion/theme

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main emotion/theme

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larajolineg — 2025-09-01 18:06:04 UTC

I remember the sickness was forever I remember snuff videos Cold Septembers, the distances we covered The fist fights on the beach, the bizzies round us up Do it all again next week An embryonic love The first time that it scarred Embarrass 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 And claws you when you're down

larajolineg — 2025-09-01 18:06:34 UTC

I was far too scared to hit him
But I would hit him in a heartbeat now
That's the thing with anger
It begs to stick around
So it can fleece you of your beauty
And leave you spent with nowt to offer
Makes you hurt the ones who love you

You hurt them like they're nothing
(Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
You hurt them like they're nothing
(Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
You hurt them like they're nothing
(Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

larajolineg — 2025-09-01 18:07:11 UTC

See I spent my teens enraged
Spiralin' in silence
And I armed myself with a grin
'Cause I was always the fuckin' joker
Buried in their humor
Amongst the white noise and boys' boys
Locker-room talkin' lads' lads
Drenched in cheap drink and snide fags
A mirrored picture of my old man
Oh God, the kid's a dab hand
Canny chanter, but he looks sad

God, the kid looks so sad
God, the kid looks so sad

larajolineg — 2025-09-01 18:07:38 UTC

She said the debt, the debt, the debt
So I thought about shifting gear
And how she wept and wept and wept
Well, luck came and died 'round here
I see my mother
The DWP see a number
She cries on the floor encumbered

I'm seventeen going under

I'm seventeen going under
(Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
I'm seventeen going under (oh, oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
I'm seventeen going under (oh, oh)
(Oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
I'm seventeen going under (oh, oh)