Tono: B
Introducción: B E B 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
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I can do that but I don't really want to.
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 BE
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.
B E B E
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
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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 E BE C#m
Is the sound of my hopes being shattered.