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Here we are then here we are |
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Notes from a suicide |
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And he will never ever be |
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The Greatest Living Englishman |
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It's such a melancholy blue |
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Or a grey of no significance |
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Plastic coated surfaces |
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A space to place his suitcase |
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As it's passed from A to B |
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But it's such a melancholy blue |
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The curtains round the bed are drawn |
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Broadcast voices from the ward |
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The humming of machines hurt |
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But there are distances between |
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Yes there are distances between |
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His aspirations visited him nightly |
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And amounted to so little |
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Too much self in his writing |
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Now he will never ever be |
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The Greatest Living Englishman |
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The engine shifts into second gear |
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They're all aboard accounted for |
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It's a journey he must make alone |
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The black sheep boy is leaving home |
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It's been rehearsed a thousand times or more |
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He's well prepared of that he's sure |
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But still it's such a melancholy blue |
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As he erased a page of history |
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Much as he'd intended to |
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He wouldn't speak or show you he was happy |
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Though you'd meet him with your eyes |
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There was a wall that always stood between you |
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He'd shut himself outside |
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And the love that he engendered |
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Would never be enough |
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For him to feel alive |
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Warm and tender |
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He'd shut himself outside |
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Not a fake or a sham |
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But dug in deep and fighting |
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The world could not embrace a man |
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With so much self in his writing |
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And he was never gonna be |
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The Greatest Living Englishman |
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He had ideas above his station |
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Minor virtues go unmentioned |
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Little England you fit like a straightjacket |
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Hemmed by the genius of others |
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He said |
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To conquer the world is not to the trace |
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Remove even the shadow of the memory of your face |
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A grey of no significance |
