Aaahhhhh Aaaahhhhaaa Aaaah You're feelin' old
It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning I'm trying to keep my back from the wall The prophets and their bombs have had another success And I'm wondering why we bother at all
And I think of you on cold winter mornings Darling, they remind me of when we were at school Nothing really mattered when you called out my name In fact, nothing really mattered at all
And I think about how long it will take them to blow us away But I won't get me down, I'm just thankful to be facing the day 'Cause days don't get you far when you're gone
It's five o'clock on a Friday morning One hundred telephones shake and ring And one of them is from someone who knew you
And I still think of you on cold winter mornings Darling, they'll still remind me of when we were at school When they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours Were the hands of these erroneous fools
And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next Well, let them take you next Can't you live and be thankful you're here? See it could be you tomorrow, next year
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