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Waiting For The 7:18 lyrics
Waiting for the 7:18
January is endless
Weary-eyed and forlorn
The Northern Line is the loudest
Sitting in silence in bars after work
I've got nothing to add or contest
Can still kick a ball a hundred yards
Now we cling to bottles and memories of the past
Just give me moments
Not hours or days
Just give me moments
Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
With the sadness of those molars
Spend all your spare time trying to escape
With crosswords and Sudoku
If I could do it again
I'd make more mistakes
I'd not be so scared of falling
If I could do it again
I'd climb more trees
I'd pick and I'd eat more wild blackberries
Just give me moments
Not hours or days
Just give me moments
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend
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- Track 3 on A Weekend in the City
- 2 Hunting For Witches
- 4 Prayer, The
- 4 The Prayer
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- Track 3 on Weekend in the City
- 2 Hunting For Witches
- 4 Prayer
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