1,2,1,2,3,4 nIn Arcadie, your life trips along nIt's pure and simple as the shepherd's song nSeraphic pipes along the way in Arcady nIn Arcady, In Arcady nnNever saw I such a scene nSuch maids upon such a molten green nThey employ their holiday with dance and game nAnd things I may never name nIn Arcady, In Arcady nnYou said he was your teacher nTaught you true and wise nBut now you know more than your teacher nI see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes nIn Arcady nnSo you see how twisted it becomes nSee how quickly twisted it becomes nWhen the cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead nThat ain't love, no that ain't love nnSaid he was your teacher nTaught you true and wise nNow you know more than your teacher nI see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes nIn Arcady, In Arcady nnIn Arcady (In Arcady) nIn Arcady your life trips along nPure and simple as the shepherd's song nSeraphic pipes along the way in Arcady nIn Arcady, In Arcady, In Arcady, In Arcady
Arcardy
Peter Doherty
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Lyrics by Peter Doherty
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