Crawling up a Hill - Katie Melua

Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mummer wakes me says,
?Don?t be late?,
Get to the office, tryin? to concentrate,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

So I stop one day to figure it out,
I?ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.

So here I am in London town,
A better scene I?m gonna be around,
The kind of music that won?t bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mummer wakes me says,
?Don?t be late?,
Get to the office, tryin? to concentrate,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

So I stop one day to figure it out,
I?ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.

So here I am in London town,
A better scene I?m gonna be around,
The kind of music that won?t bring me down,
Life is just a slow train.

So here I am in London town,
A better scene I?m gonna be around,
The kind of music that won?t bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.

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