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This Must Be the Place lyrics
Feel the benefit, mental arithmetic
I waited by the staffroom
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?
Feel the benefit, mental arithmetic
I waited by the staffroom
Part of these releases
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- Track 13 on Power of a Hat
- 12 Dirty
- 14 Baseball
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- Track 13 on The Power of a Hat
- 12 Dirty
- 14 Baseball
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