Terminus

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[Verse 1]
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 Camped out on a lower slope, dog 
tired at the toposcope
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Hot soup in the aftermath, salad 
         A
days in many ways.
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Then time creeps up unseen
       D
And it puts me back at the front of 
the bus,
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Hands I once held no longer there,
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Grey falls on the green
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As I try’n get used to me and not us
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Where I’m going I’m not sure that
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 I care.

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[Verse 2]
D
 Still thought I could play out 
wide, felt sure I could stay onside
But stiff limbs and a shin which 
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looks like Inter’s end on derby day 
says
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Time’s crept up unseen
         D
And it’s stuck me back at the front 
of the bus,
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Bound who knows where, free of 
   D
charge
    G           A
The situation’s lean
          D
Though it could be worse so I don’t 
make a fuss
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Still evading capture, still at 
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large.

[Break]
G                      D
 Somebody’s mumbling Galatians
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 Somewhere a wolf print fleece 
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needs   90 degrees
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Pushchair related confrontations
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 Pastoral conceits, Italian 
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fancies, comic glees.

[Verse 3]
D
 No stroll of a summer’s eve, neck 
brace and a shower sleeve
                           G     
Hot soup in the afterlife, got my 
         A
fingers crossed because
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Old Father Time’s arrived
         D
And he’s sat by me at the front of 
the bus.
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Here I am as there I was before
G             A
Things I hold dear
        D
Held in place by means of a surgical
 truss
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Sorry, not in service any more.