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• Artiste: A. Turner
• Titre: St. Christopher Is Coming Home
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<script type="text/javascript"> $(document).ready(function(e) { $(".protected").disableSelection(); }); </script>Monday morning, comes a crawling in From another weekend choked with cigarettes and sin I've been busy, so much lately That every time I get some time to spend I end up drunk or sleeping in And I miss you, you're busy too We call each other up, when we're messed up And say we'll meet in the New Year But it's perfectly clear we'll do no such thing Come the spring When the evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days And I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay When my wandering meanderings have finally reached their end Yeah whatever else maybe I will not forget my friends Friday evening, barely even begins Before my phone begins to ring with people asking where I am And I can't suppress a smile, we talk a while The chances are that I am far away and so I'm phased out of the plan And that's how I miss out, on another night The kind of night where nothing really happens Yeah but everything goes down And at the end I'm just a promise to pick up the phone When I'm in town When the evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days And I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay When my wandering meanderings have finally reached their end Yeah whatever else maybe may my friends remember me<br/>---<br/>"St. Christopher Is Coming Home" as written by Francis Edward Turner<br/>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group<br/>Lyrics powerd by <a href="http://www.lyricfind.com/" target="_NEW" style="text-decoration: none;">LyricFind</a><br/>