The work is done and the record pressed
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Now you're doing battle
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With the fickle press
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You've got to strike the hammers
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And pull the bow
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And another fool
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Is just another show
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It's all the same
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And you've seen it before
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And don't it seem like too long a time
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Since you were sweating in the streetlight?
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Too many dreams, not enough schemes
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And a bike with no gears to ride
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With the wheels going too slow
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So, you tell 'em:
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"I'm leaving London for Lands End
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With a green tent and a violin
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I'm going to strike the hammers
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And pull the bow
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Just another day to forget this show
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And come back to me"
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Come back to me
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Darling come back to me
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Come back....
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Now don't it seem like to long a time
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Since you were sweating in the spotlight?
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Too many jeers, not enough cheers
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But when you sing you've got nothing to hide
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Singing: "Where does the time go?
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And where did the time go?"
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Oh Darling when will you ever learn?
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The grass is always greener,
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Its everywhere you turn
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You'll see it:
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Everything you're sure of is up for change
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We're all stuck on this spinning stage
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Spinning around and round
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And round and round and round
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Land's End
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Patrick Wolf |