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Her husband works in Jodrell Bank, he's home late in the morning,
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had he been a lawyer, he wouldn't work for pennies.
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In the morning I go walking, it helps the hurting soften,
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I've seen a lot of places, 'cos I miss her very often.
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But I could never work there, what a shame that I'm not clever,
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it's for men with horn rimmed glasses, and four distinguished "A Level" passes.
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What chance so long ago, I buried something I should know.
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Verse and chapter they unfurl, - and sprinkle it upon the world. Name it.
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Technique !
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Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,
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and I loathe the stilted way you make me speak.
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Without recourse to lying distortion or cheating.
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Technique !
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Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,
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and I loathe the stilted way you make me speak.
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