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I could be tugging on the beard of science like a cheeky schoolboy
But I couldn t be bothered, thats why I m still in the box room
Face down in the last ditch, my natural home
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I can do that but I don t really want to.
Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
I used to think that it mattered
But the low drone of the treadmill
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Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.
I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers, with a girl from Machynlleth
But I m down at the children s zoo, kicking off on the goats.
Increasing doubt, decreasing hope
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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
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Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.