| Every morning about half past eight
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| My Mummer wakes me says
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| Don’t be late
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| Get to the office, trying to concentrate
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| My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
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| So I stop one day to figure it out
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| I’ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt
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| To sing the blues that I know about
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| My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
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| Minute after minute
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| Second after second
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| Hour after hour goes by
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| Working for a rich girl
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| Staying just a poor girl
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| Never stop to wonder why
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| So here I am in London town
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| A better scene I’m gonna be around
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| The kind of music that won’t bring me down
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| My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
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| Every morning (a) bout half past eight
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| My Mummer wakes me says
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| Don’t be late
|
| Get to the office, tryin' to concentrate
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| 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
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| 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
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| My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill |