| Oh, you’ve been waiting for a while
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| Down there by the Aldershot Municipal Gardens
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| Do you think, sometimes on weekends
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| When it gets light you could swim there?
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| Well, maybe if the water was clear
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| I’ve been taking some time to myself
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| I’ve been thinking a lot
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| But mainly outside of the box
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| I really hope that my business speak works
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| And I get a job, 'cause I really need one
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| Yeah I’ve been waiting in the docks, for a while
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| Down there in Aldershot, Camberley, or Staines, I think
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| I’ve been packing lunches deep in boxes
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| I want to be a lawyer
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| Or someone who hunts foxes
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| And I think, maybe in a little while I could become a doctor
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| The ambulances don’t run anymore, but that’s okay
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| You can get an Uber there for 4 pounds 55
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| And if you can’t afford that, well
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| It only really hurts when it rains
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| So, Arthritis probably
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| Doesn’t matter a lot
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| I’ve been thinking a little bit about that sort of thing
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| And if you could hopefully agree
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| I could begin the track by the sound of three
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| So, oh, you’ve been hoping a lot
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| Working on your poses and living on a yacht
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| In your dreams I’m there in Camberley, or Aldershot, and Staines
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| And there it hunches underneath any miserable bridges
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| And on the weekends, it goes out for a bit to the Slug and Lettuce
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| Or Wetherspoons and that shit
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| There’s no club in this town anymore
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| But if you want to do drugs you could always go to London
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| Oh, tend to your flowers for a while
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| Everything’s growing so nicely
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| July’s coming along
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| I hope that when the winter’s finally here
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| You can sit in your front room and laugh at your neighbours
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| Oh, you’re a tiny bit old for this
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| Don’t you think? |
| It’s gonna get better
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| Before too long, or if it doesn’t
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| I guess you’ll be six feet under
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| Wearing your nicest clothes |