It's a bit longer,
Life than I'd hoped,
Out here running down,
Something I really don't understand,
But I've got a sly smile,
And a way about getting through,
That I may just get out yet,
Around the corner behind the nursery,
There's a group and some music and some talk,
And we think we're on to it,
Probably next Saturday,
We'll throw some heavy clothes on,
And take it somewhere else,
The view doesn't seem to be changing,
Not that our attention is low,
But I don't think you're really hearing me,
The view doesn't seem to be changing.
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