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Its one o clock on a friday mornin im trying to keep my back from the wall
the prophets and their bombs have had another success and im wondering why we bother at all
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'm thinking about how long it will take them to blow us away
But i won't get me down
Im just thankful to be facing the day
Cos days don't get you far when youre 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
were at school
When they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours were in the hands of these
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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