There's an empty seat on the train today that makes its way up to the town
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There a letter found on an office desk that's finally handed round
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It says Julian Sidebottom William Smyth has finally come to his senses
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He's tired of commuting tired of computing tired of sitting on fences.
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He really needs some help he wants to find himself
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And he says that money don't matter
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And there's more to life than doing what's right
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He's going down down down Success's ladder
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He's going down down down Success's ladder.
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He wants to do something for his children's children something to remember him by
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And nobody wishes they spent more time at work when they finally lay down to die
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And he's downsized and analysed his last bottom line no longer will he be hard hearted
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He's going to paint pictures of the Isle of Skye until the undersigned is departed.
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He really needs some help he wants to find himself
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And he says that money don't matter
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And there's more to life than doing what's right
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He's going down down down Success's ladder
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He's going down down down Success's ladder.
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So the years went by and Julian was forgot and one day his tea boy made it to the boss
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And to brighten his wall he hung pictures sometimes one of them the Isle of Skye strangely unsigned
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He really needs some help he wants to find himself
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And he says that money don't matter
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And there's more to life than doing what's right
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He's going down down down Success's ladder
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He's going down down down Success's ladder.
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He's going down down down Success's ladder
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He's going down down down Success's ladder.
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Success's Ladder
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| Sandi Thom |
