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Come & play the tunes of glory- raise your voice in celebration of teh daysthat we have wasted in the caf
é in the station. & learn the meaning ofexistance in the fourthnightly instalments. Come and share this golden agewith me in my single room appartment & and if it all amounts to nothing, itdoesn't matter, these are still our glory days.
Oh my face is unappealing & my thoughts are unoriginal. I did experimentswith substances, but all it did was make me ill & I. I used to do the I
Ching, but then I had to feed the meter. Now I can't see into the future,but at least I can use the heater. Oh, it doesn't get much better than this,'cos this is how we live our glory days. Oh, and I can be a genious, if Ijust put my mind to it & I, I could do anything if only I could get 'roundto it. Oh we were brought up in the Space-
Race, now they expect you to cleantoilets.
When you have seen how big the world is, how can you make do withthis.? If you want me I'll be sleeping in- sleeping in throughout our glorydays. These glory days can take their toll, so catch me now before I turnto gold. Yeah, we'd love to hear you story just as long as it tells us wherewe are- that we are where we're meant to be. Oh come on, make it upyourself- you don't need anybody else. & I promise I won't sell these
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