Trains To Brazil - Guillemots

You feel low
It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning
I'm trying to keep my back from world
The prophecy and the bombs matter another success and
I'm wondering why we boddered at all

And I think of you on cold through mornings dying they
remind me up when we were in school
Nothing really matter when you showed out Monday in fact
Nothing really matter at all

And I think about how long it will take to bow us away
But I won't get me down
I'm just dying for to be facing your day
'course days don't get you fall when you are young

It's 5 o' clock on a Friday morning
when I wondered get phone shaking ring
One of this was someone who knew you

And I still thinking of you on cold through mornings dying
they'll
still remind me up when we were in school
When they could never look this way
to meet lifes like yours
where in the hands of erroneous fool

And to those of you on morning lifes
through one day to the next
well let them take you to next
'couse you live any time
for your head
see could be you tomorrow, next year

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