| You don’t have much time left so
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| Let’s use up what we got
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| Yeah, it’s on days like this I
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| Wish we believed in God
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| You’re lookin' back at your life
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| I’m looking forward at mine
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| It’s true but it don’t make sense
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| That we’re both running outta time
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| Remember Thomas the Tank Engine
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| And the sips of gin
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| On a jet-lagged winter night
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| Remember the way you drove
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| Those London roads
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| Had to hold on for my life
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| You were like «fee fi fo fum»
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| Coming up the stairs
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| We’d laugh, me and Jack
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| Saying, «Papa I’m scared»
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| Now I’m really scared
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| You talk just like the old you
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| And then you start to cough
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| I’m tryin to be strong but
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| It’s obvious I’m not
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| You’re lookin' back at your life
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| I’m looking forward at mine
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| It’s true but it don’t make sense
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| That we’re both running outta time
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| Remember Thomas the Tank Engine
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| And the sips of gin
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| On a jet-lagged winter night
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| Remember the way you drove
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| Those London roads
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| Had to hold on for my life
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| You were like «fee-fi-fo-fum»
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| Coming up the stairs
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| We’d laugh, me and Jack
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| Saying, «Papa I’m scared»
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| But now I’m really scared
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| «Message received, Friday, May 31st at 11:33 PM.»
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| «Jo, I’m in Buckley Ward I think, room 8. And I’m really knackered and I really
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| wanna go to bed.»
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| I’ll always remember
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| Thomas the Tank Engine
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| And the sips of gin
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| On a jet-lagged winter night
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| Remember the way you drove
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| Those London roads
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| Had to hold on for my life
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| You were like «fee-fi-fo-fum»
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| Coming up the stairs
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| We’d laugh, me and Jack
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| Saying, «Papa I’m scared»
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| Now I’m really scared
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| «Okay, I’ll speak to you tomorrow mornin'.»
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| «Okay, I love you darlin'.» |