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Why I Like The Robins
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There`s something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact I think I`ve died about six hundred times
There`s less of me now and more of me then
I`m moving back to the age of men
Jump off the tarmac there`s no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Soft lenses
Grow to glasses
Small world
Dimly seen through cataracts
Your program
Newspaper
So they say
Rumour spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I`m going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Soft lenses
Grow to glasses
Small world
Dimly seen through cataracts
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I`m going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Your program
Newspaper
So they say
Rumour spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I`m going madder
Falling through this rotting ladder
There`s something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact I think I`ve died about six hundred times
There`s less of me now and more of me then
I`m moving back to the age of men
Jump off the tarmac there`s no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Jump off the tarmac there`s no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office swings the man on the gibbet

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Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Songwriters: JEFF DIMPSEY, TIM LASH, MATT TALBOT, BRYAN ST PERE

Album: You'd Prefer an Astronaut

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