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Almost Medieval

๐Ÿ‘ค The Human League โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Reproduction โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:43
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โฑ๏ธ 4:43 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 400243

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men

Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Soft lenses, grow to glasses
Small world, dimly seen through cataracts
Your program, newspaper
So they say
Rumour spread by word of mouth, jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift, raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder

Soft lenses, grow to glasses
Small world, dimly seen through cataracts
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder

Your program, newspaper
So they say
Rumour spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling through this rotting ladder

There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men

Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office swings the man on the gibbet

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:47.79] There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
[00:53.14] In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
[00:57.79] There's less of me now and more of me then
[01:03.17] I'm moving back to the age of men
[01:09.48] Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
[01:18.48] Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
[01:28.30] Soft lenses, grow to glasses
[01:34.73] Small world, dimly seen through cataracts
[01:40.17] Your program, newspaper
[01:45.56] So they say
[01:46.46] Rumour spread by word of mouth, jump onto the escalator
[01:54.51] Press the button on the lift, raise the dust on old stair carpets
[01:59.14] Endless treads like waves of regret
[02:01.82] Now it seems I'm going madder
[02:04.57] Falling off this rotting ladder
[02:06.31] Soft lenses, grow to glasses
[02:12.65] Small world, dimly seen through cataracts
[02:16.28] Jump onto the escalator
[02:22.53] Press the button on the lift
[02:24.39] Raise the dust on old stair carpets
[02:27.05] Endless treads like waves of regret
[02:29.76] Now it seems I'm going madder
[02:32.41] Falling off this rotting ladder
[02:36.08] Your program, newspaper
[02:41.47] So they say
[02:43.29] Rumour spread by word of mouth
[02:45.01] Jump onto the escalator
[02:49.60] Press the button on the lift
[02:52.32] Raise the dust on old stair carpets
[02:55.09] Endless treads like waves of regret
[02:57.76] Now it seems I'm going madder
[03:00.42] Falling through this rotting ladder
[03:23.83] There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
[03:28.35] In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
[03:33.80] There's less of me now and more of me then
[03:39.21] I'm moving back to the age of men
[03:44.64] Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
[03:54.50] Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
[04:04.54] Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
[04:14.52] Outside the office swings the man on the gibbet
[04:26.37]

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