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Trains To Brazil

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It's 1 o'clock on a Friday morning
    F#m7 
I'm trying to keep my back from the wall
    Bm
The prophets and their bombs have had another success
        Gm7 
And I'm wondering why we bother at all
      D
And I think of you on cold winter mornings
              F#m7  
Darling, they remind me of when we were at school
Bm
Nothing really matter when you called out my name, in fact
Gm7
Nothing really mattered at all

      A                            F#m7                 Bm
And I think about how long it will take them to blow us away
    G A     Bm  F#m7 A
But I won't get me down
         F#m7                      Bm   
I'm just thankful to be facing the day
       G                  A                   D
'Cause days don't get you far when you're gone

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It's five o'clock on a Friday morning
    F#m7
One hundred telephones shake and ring
    Bm                                       Gm7
And one of them is from someone who knew you
            D            
And I still think of you on cold winter mornings
                    F#m7
Darling, they still remind me of when we were at school
                Bm  
When they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours
         Gm7
Were the hands of these erroneous fools

       A                                        F#m7           Bm
And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next
      G   A    Bm   F#m7 A 
Well, let them take you next
          F#m7                        Bm 
Can't you live and be thankful you're here?
                 G       A          D 
See, it could be you tomorrow, next year