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Lyrics:
I could be tugging on the beard of science Like a cheeky schoolboy But I couldnt be bothered Thats why Im still in the box room Face down in the last ditch My natural home I Can Do That But I dont really want to
Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap I used to think that it mattered But the low drone of the treadmill Is the sound of my hopes being shattered
I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers With a girl from Machynlleth But Im down at the Childrens Zoo Kicking off on the goats
Increasing doubt decreasing hope Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind
Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap I used to think that it mattered But the low drone of the treadmill Is the sound of my hopes being shattered
Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth I used to think that it mattered But the low drone of the treadmill Is the sound of my hopes being shattered
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