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KATIE MELUA >> Merchandise Links
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 Iüm 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", I get to the office, tryin' to concentrate, My life is like 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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