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Last Waltz, The
The Beautiful South
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Don't feel bad if you wake up feeling suddenly old
More the realisation that you've let yourself be covered by mould
Age isn't something you wrap up if you're feeling the cold
It's a laugh ten times harder at a joke 11 times told
Down to the churchyard, check out the vaults
Dig up the coffins, unscrew the bolts
No better reminder, no strong enough salts
To show this pitiful few that we've missed the last waltz
That we've missed the last waltz
Don't feel bad if you're feeling past your sell-by date
Like the roller coaster ride slowed down to a serious debate
Oh, the whether you tell them you're ready or whether you wait
Does someone place a hand on your shoulder and point the way to the gate
Down to the churchyard, check out the vaults
Dig up the coffins, unscrew the bolts
No better reminder, no strong enough salts
To show this pitiful few that we've missed the last waltz
That we've missed the last waltz
You don't count the birthdays 'til you're out on your own
They come thicker and faster and too damn late to postpone
And wisdom's the last thing the scientists willing to clone
Science advances, maturity dances alone
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Science advances, maturity dances alone
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Solitude has only existed
Since overspill demanded a view
Finding our space has only been around
Since the invention of the bustling queue
Forcing everyone to be a loner
If they didn't join the regular crew
And if you weren't in the in-crowd, you were cast away
So don't let them cast away you
Tight-knit families are tight enough
For stranglehold or turn of the screw
And the only reason we wanted out
Was the sort of crowd that ordinary drew
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Emptiness needs rowdiness
A reminder of why it's recluse
Rowdiness needs the gap emptiness leaves
To wallow in glorious youth
Tight-knit families are tight enough
For stranglehold or turn of the screw
And the only reason we wanted out
Was the sort of crowd that ordinary drew
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So as long as Man Friday's gone by Saturday
You're sure to find the arguments stop
You don't need time, no space, no room
Just a story of which they're no part
Why a gentle request to be left alone
Feels like a kick in their heart?
Why any hug lasting more than one second
Always seems your cue to depart?
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By all means, be your own person
But they choose the time and the place
Please feel free to do your own thing
But make sure it's done at their pace
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Please feel free to do your own thing
But make sure it's done at their pace
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