Frank Turner - St Christopher Is Coming Home lyrics

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Monday morning, comes a crawling in<br />

From another weekend choked with cigarettes and sin<br />

I've been busy, so much lately<br />

That every time I get some time to spend<br />

I end up drunk or sleeping in<br />

And I miss you, you're busy too<br />

We call each other up, when we're messed up<br />

And say we'll meet in the New Year<br />

But it's perfectly clear we'll do no such thing<br />

Come the spring<br />

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When the evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days<br />

And I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay<br />

When my wandering meanderings have finally reached their end<br />

Yeah whatever else maybe I will not forget my friends<br />

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Friday evening, barely even begins<br />

Before my phone begins to ring with people asking where I am<br />

And I can't suppress a smile, we talk a while<br />

The chances are that I am far away and so I'm phased out of the plan<br />

And that's how I miss out, on another night<br />

The kind of night where nothing really happens<br />

Yeah but everything goes down<br />

And at the end I'm just a promise to pick up the phone<br />

When I'm in town<br />

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When the evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days<br />

And I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay<br />

When my wandering meanderings have finally reached their end<br />

Yeah whatever else maybe may my friends remember me