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He sank into their calculations<br />and snorted on the stench<br />of their arithmetic<br />Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low<br />more trophies than ideas<br />To follow their pretence<br /><br />With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face<br />he followed with obedience<br />and fell in the nettles<br /><br />Afterwards those spikey whispers<br />said he brought his own rope<br />and skipped the bits they loathed<br />Didn't scramble to find a dog leaf<br />to capture back our hope<br />To advice his mind had closed<br />He lost all of his footholes<br /><br />And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face<br />he followed with obedience<br />and fell in the nettles<br />fell in the nettles<br />fell in the nettles<br /><br />He was a toothpick!<br />And the garlic and the cinder<br />upon the path<br />had failed to blunt or hinder<br />the slow collapse<br />Clinging to the doorframe<br />he was dragged<br />off to a reminder<br />of where he had been<br /><br />With a smile in his pocket<br />and a scowl on his face<br />there was nowhere to flee<br />so sat content in the nettles

Letra nueva de la canción

He sank into their calculations<br />and snorted on the stench<br />of their arithmetic<br />Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low<br />more trophies than ideas<br />To follow their pretence<br /><br />With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face<br />he followed with obedience<br />and fell in the nettles<br /><br />Afterwards those spikey whispers<br />said he brought his own rope<br />and skipped the bits they loathed<br />Didn't scramble to find a dog leaf<br />to capture back our hope<br />To advice his mind had closed<br />He lost all of his footholes<br /><br />And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face<br />he followed with obedience<br />and fell in the nettles<br />fell in the nettles<br />fell in the nettles<br /><br />He was a toothpick!<br />And the garlic and the cinder<br />upon the path<br />had failed to blunt or hinder<br />the slow collapse<br />Clinging to the doorframe<br />he was dragged<br />off to a reminder<br />of where he had been<br /><br />With a smile in his pocket<br />and a scowl on his face<br />there was nowhere to flee<br />so sat content in the nettles