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Intro G A D D G A D D G A D D G A D C D C verse 1 D Camped out on a lower slope, dog tired at the toposcope G A Hot soup in the aftermath, salad days in many ways. G A Then time creeps up unseen D And it puts me back at the front of the bus, G A D Hands I once held no longer there, G A Grey falls on the green D As I try?n get used to me and not us G A D C D C Where I?m going I?m not sure that I care. verse 2 D Still thought I could play out wide, felt sure I could stay onside G A But stiff limbs and a shin which looks like Inter?s end on derby day says G A Time?s crept up unseen D And it?s stuck me back at the front of the bus, G A D Bound who knows where, free of charge G A The situation?s lean D Though it could be worse so I don?t make a fuss G A D C D D Still evading capture, still at large. Break G D Somebody?s mumbling Galatians G Bb C G Somewhere a rope print fleece needs 90 degrees D Pushchair related confrontations G Bb C G Bb C G A A Pastoral conceits, Italian fancies, comic glees. verse 3 D No stroll of a summer?s eve, neck brace and a shower sleeve G A Hot soup in the afterlife, got my fingers crossed because G A Old Father Time?s a lie D And he?s sat by me at the front of the bus. G A D Here I am as there I was before G A Things I hold dear D Held in place by means of a surgical truss G A D Sorry, not in service any more. C D C D C D D
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