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You take your white finger
Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer
Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
And Iīm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes
Find me and follow me through corridors and factories and files
You must follow and leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
Itīs better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes itīs mine
I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate
All the girls I hate
All the words I hate
All the clothes I hate
How Iīll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
How youīd have a happy life if you did the things you like
Find me and follow me through corridors and factories and files
You must follow and leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
Itīs better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes itīs mine
So Iīm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it and
What I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is
My words and smile are so easy now
Yes, Itīs easy now
Yes, Itīs easy now
So find me and follow me through corridors and factories and files
You must follow me leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee
Itīs better in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
Yes itīs mine