And the moment will come when composure returns
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Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
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And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
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Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
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Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
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And for once in your life you have nothing to say
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And could this be the time when somebody will come
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To say, "Look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone"
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Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill
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Read the letter you got from the memory girl
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But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
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Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
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And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
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And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
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Of the United States of Calamity, hey!
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After all that you've done boy, Im sure you're going to pay
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In the morning you come to the ladies salon
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To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne
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But the people are living far away from the place
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Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste
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And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
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"There's a lot to be done while your head is still young"
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If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
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Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine
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Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
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Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
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Then you go to the place where you've finally found
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You can look at yourself sleep the clock around
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Sleep The Clock Around
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| Belle and Sebastian |
