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Her husband works in Jodrell Bank, he's home late in the morning, Had he been a lawyer, he wouldn't work for pennies In the morning I go walking, it helps the hurting soften, I've seen a lot of places, 'cos I miss her very often But I could never work there, what a shame that I'm not clever, It's for men with horn rimmed glasses and four distinct "A Level" passes What chance so long ago, I buried something I should know. What chance so long ago, I buried something I should know. and chapter they unfurl, And sprinkle it upon the world. Name it Technique! Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak, And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak. Without recourse to lying, distortion or cheating Technique! Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak, And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak and chapter they unfurl, - And sprinkle it upon the world. Name it Technique! Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak, And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak Without recourse to lying, distortion or cheating Technique! Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak, And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak
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- Duration
- 04:38
- Key
- 8
- Tempo
- 145 BPM