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    "The Philosophers' Stone" Lyrics

    Robyn Hitchcock

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    I can't keep pace with you
    Give you something wild
    I can change place with you
    Turn you into something

    Action comes to him who waits
    If he's not gone cold
    I can turn you into lead
    I can turn you into gold

    Read the small print
    The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful

    In the coffin of guitars, there her music lies
    Foliage and solos, growing from her eyes
    This is England
    The philosopher's stoned, but ungrateful

    Nazi in a wheelchair
    And a cardigan
    And a v-necked sweater
    He's a sad old Nazi man
    He's so friendly!
    The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful
    The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful

    Bury me in cellophane
    Underneath a vault
    I can climb back out again
    But it's not my fault
    I can climb back out again
    What can you do?
    The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful
    The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful
    The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful
    This song was submitted on January 29th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Hitchcock.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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