Текст песни Bloc Party - Waiting For The 7.18

Текст:

Waiting for the 7.18 January is endless Weary eyed and forlorn, the northern line is the loudest Sitting in silence in bars after work I've got nothing to add nothing to contest Can I still kick a ball 100 yards? Now we cling to bottles and memories of the past Just give me moments not hours or days Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night Let the sadness off those molars Spend all your spare time trying to escape With crosswords and the Sudoku If I could do it all again I'd make more mistakes Not be so scared of falling, If I could do it again, I would climb more trees I'd pick and I'd eat more wild blackberries Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

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