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from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
lyrics and chords of: Bow Down by The Housemartins
Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!
date: 95/10/15
Mother, Father, I think that I would rather
Stay at home with you for another year
That building's so tall and it makes me feel so small
That I might get lost and simply disappear.
Evil smiles won't change my mind,
I'm worried an I'm not the worrying kind.
Why's that man rubbung his hands
Looking at me writing down his plans?
Today I have been moulding plasticine
And I made a little man who looked just like me
His limbs were so weak and he couldn't move his mouth to speak
And I could bend him into any shape I wanted him to be.
Evil smiles won't change my mind,
I'm worried an I'm not the worrying kind.
Why's that man rubbung his hands
Looking at me writing down his plans?
Those kids with the blazers on,
They went in with names on their elbows.
Came home with medals on.
Spit it out that's the way the story goes
A flying start from the briefcase crew.
Oh, you didn't have to teach me like you did
But you did.
But you did...
You did.
You did...
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