[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Camped out on a lower slope, dog tired at the toposcope
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Hot soup in the aftermath, salad days in many ways.
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Then time creeps up unseen
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And it puts me back at the front of the bus,
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Hands I once held no longer there,
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Grey falls on the green
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As I try’n get used to me and not us
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Where I’m going I’m not sure that I care.
[Verse 2]
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Still thought I could play out wide, felt sure I could stay onside
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But stiff limbs and a shin which looks like Inter’s end on derby day says
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Time’s crept up unseen
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And it’s stuck me back at the front of the bus,
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Bound who knows where, free of charge
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The situation’s lean
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Though it could be worse so I don’t make a fuss
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Still evading capture, still at large.
[Break]
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Somebody’s mumbling Galatians
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Somewhere a wolf print fleece needs 90 degrees
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Pushchair related confrontations
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Pastoral conceits, Italian fancies, comic glees.
[Verse 3]
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No stroll of a summer’s eve, neck brace and a shower sleeve
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Hot soup in the afterlife, got my fingers crossed because
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Old Father Time’s arrived
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And he’s sat by me at the front of the bus.
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Here I am as there I was before
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Things I hold dear
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Held in place by means of a surgical truss
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Sorry, not in service any more.
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