Half Man Half Biscuit – Terminus (Guitar)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.