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Struggling to pull down his cagoule A silent scholar leaves the library Stumbling his way downstairs He's wearing far too many layers But fuels the gentle summer air Is not reality And he gets what he gets Life deceives him yet Look at him and you'll discern Someone who's really trying to learn Leave his zeal to congeal On the spinning wheel And he will stretch it out Until it's clear that there is nothing to reveal Waking to an early summer dawn I lie in bed and dream the day away Seeing how events will pan out I don't have to rush to get out Of this over-heated [?] to face reality And I get what I get Life deceives me yet Look at me and you'll discern Someone who's never tried to learn Letras de cancionesLeave my zeal to congeal On my spinning wheel And I will stretch it out Until it's clear that there is nothing to reveal Here it comes again That old feeling that I'm not good enough And where I am sat The bird song I can hear Controls me with the thought That my own vanity Sure will count for none In a large Newcastle hotel room Casanova copulates again Technique being of the very bad He's scooching each and every test And fuels inside his lover's breast His own reality And we get what we get Life deceives us yet Not that it's of your concern But we've learned all there is to learn Leave our zeal to congeal On the spinning wheel And we will stretch it out Until it's clear that there is nothing We will stretch it out Until it's clear that there is nothing We will stretch it out Until it's clear that there is nothing to reveal We will stretch it out (we will stretch it out) Until it's clear that there is nothing We will stretch it out (we will stretch it out) Until it's clear that there is nothing We will stretch it out Until it's clear that there is nothing to reveal From Letras Mania