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Each morning after Sunblest
Feel the benefit, mental arithmetic I waited by the staff room In time for benediction Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave To our voices nobody's listening We shiver in the rain by the touchline Then a coach ride to the station "My lord, the carriage awaiteth!" Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave This must be the place I waited years to leave And how How long? I'm listening to the words I thought I'd never hear again A litany of saints and other ordinary men Kneeling on the parquet Whatever has gone wrong? The fear and feeling hopelessness I don't want to belong I dreamt I was back in uniform And a candidate for examination History, someone had blundered And a voice rapped "knuckle under!" Living a law just short of delusion When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave This must be the place I waited years to leave And how And how How long? |
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