(intro B E B E, B E B E)
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I could be tugging on the beard of science like a cheeky schoolboy
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But I couldn't be bothered, thats why I'm still in the box room
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Face down in the last ditch, my natural home
B        E    B                  E        E B C#m A (x2)
I can do that but I don't really want to.
      E              B
Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
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I used to think that it mattered
        E                B
But the low drone of the treadmill
       C#m                     A         B E B E (x2)
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.
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I should be standing in a chaos of sunflowers, with a girl from Machynlleth
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But I'm down at the children's zoo, kicking off on the goats.
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Increasing doubt, decreasing hope
B        E               B                    E      E B C#m A (x2)
Even my imaginary friend went and changed his mind.
      E              B
Oh, I used to cajole Gordon Giltrap
  C#m                   A
I used to think that it mattered
        E                B
But the low drone of the treadmill
       C#m                      A
Is the sound of my hopes being  shattered.
      E                 B
Oh, I turned my back on Nazareth
  C#m                   A
I used to think that it mattered
        E                B
But the low drone of the treadmill
       C#m                      A           (B E B E rpt) C#m
Is the sound of my hopes being  shattered.