Each morning after SunblestFeel the benefit, mental arithmeticI waited by the staffroomIn 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 leaveTo our voices nobody's listeningWe shiver in the rain by the touchlineThen a coach ride to the station"My lord, the carriage awaiteth!" When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave And how Living a law just short of delusion How long? This must be the place I waited years to leaveA litany of saints and other ordinary menI'm listening to the words I thought I'd never hear againKneeling on the parquetWhatever has gone wrong?The fear and feeling hopelessnessI dreamt I was back in uniformI don't want to belongAnd a candidate for examinationHistory, someone had blunderedAnd a voice rapped "knuckle under!" When we fall in love there's confusion This must be the place I waited years to leave Living a law just short of delusion This must be the place I waited years to leave And how And how How long.
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