ANALOG - The Pensive Lot | Текст песни

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Cross my heart and hope to die
Never leave me asking why

Some say they've had enough
Some say they've had it up to here
I tell them once then twice...
Three times now, I'm getting on in years

If a tree grows, let it grow
If not, then give it one more year
Don't call yourself the judge...
Find yourself, forever asking

CHORUS
Do you want to be, part of a pensive lot of people?
Always wondering why, never bothering with the fine details?

I stand before you now
Accused of things you've done yourself
I find this all quite strange...
No court, no jury no one else

You say you had no choice
I say it's all free will
You say I pay the price
I say you foot the bill

CHORUS
BRIDGE
CHORUS (x2)

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