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Katie Melua - Crawling Up A Hill Katie Melua - Crawling Up A Hill |
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G#Every moF#rning abEout halfDb past eight
G#My Mama F#wakes saEys don'tDb be late
G#Get to tF#he officEe TryingDb to concentrate
G#My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
G#So I stoF#p one daEy to figDbure it out
G#I'll quiF#t my jobE withoutDb a shadow of a doubt
G#To sing F#the blueEs that IDb know about
G#My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
C#Minute after minute,C second after secoBbnd hour after hour goes byAb
C#Working for a rich girl Cstaying just a poor girl
BbNever stop to wonder whyEb.
G#So here F#I am in ELondon TDbown
G#The badest sceneF# I'm goiEng to beDb around
G#The kind of musiF#c that wEon't bring me doDbwn
G#My life is just F#a slow tErain crawling upDb a hill
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AEvery moGrning about halfF past eiEght
AMy Mama Gwakes says don'tF be lateE
AGet to tGhe office TryingF to concEentrate
AMy life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
ASo I stoGp one day to figFure it oEut
AI'll quiGt my job withoutF a shadoEw of a doubt
ATo sing Gthe blues that IF know abEout
AMy life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
DMinute after minuteC#, second after secBond hour afterA hour goes by
DWorking for a rich girl C#staying just a poor girl
BNever stop to wonder whyE.
ASo here GI am in FLondon TEown
AThe badest sceneG I'm goiFng to beE around
AThe kind of musiGc that wFon't bring me doEwn
AMy life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
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