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I took up painting in the hope of getting rich
There's been a hitch
I found no value in the sum of all my art
But I won't lose heart
I thought by reading I would then improve my lot
But no
What rot
I don't exist and nor do you
We're just a footnote
Now a quiz-show clue
Write down your postcode and we'll see if you could fit
No that's not it
I kept on pleading with my eyes but not my mouth
My plans went south
I got boxed in and I was blocked from the home straight
I took the bait
I don't exist and nor do you
We're just a footnote
Now a quiz-show clue
Come with me
On a flight of fantasy
Where we can be
Who we want to be
Come with me
On a flight of fantasy
Where we can be
Who we want to be
I don't exist and nor do you
We're just a footnote
Now a quiz-show clue
I get consumed by ideas in full bloom
And so do you
And I got carried
I got carried away
I got carried away
Carried away
Carried away
I got carried
I got carried away
I got carried away
Carried away
Carried away
WRITERS
Duncan Lyod, Paul Smith, Thomas English
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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