C#5 B5 F#5                                            
You take your white finger, slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons  

Of my blazer, relax the fraying wool, slacken ties 
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And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes find the eyes 

I time every journey to bump into you accidentally  

I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate, all girls I hate 

All the words I hate, all the clothes I hate, how I'll never be, anything I hate 

You smile mention something that you like, did you have a happy life if you did the things you like 

So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it 

And what I made is unclear now but his deference is and his laughter is 

My words and smile are so easy now, yes easy now, yes, it's easy now 
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So find me and follow me through corridors, refectories  
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And files you must follow, leave this academic factory  

You'll find me in the matinee, the dark of the matinee  

Its better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee  
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Is mine, yes it's mine