Last Train
Travis
Rain on the brain Now there's flowers in your window She, oh, she's so strange I don't know anything about her If it's all the same to you Here's what I'm going to do I'm going to write a song And I'm going to sing it to everyone And then I'll sing it to you Cos it was you that wrote it too This could be the last train Search within yourself For feelings, everybody's got them You left me on the shelf Now there's no one to rely on If it's all the same to you Here's what I'm going to do I'm going to buy a gun And I'm going to shoot everything, everyone And then I'm coming for you Cos it was you that drove me too This could be the last train Rear window, with the room In her hair and on her jacket There's a picture in white of Che Guevara As he sits beneath the tree That's not important But he looked a bit like me If you took all the little feelings in your heart And took all those little feelings all apart Oh now what's the point in doing all of that?a long red glare alternative alternative rock alternative romantic collectio banned best of british Brit brit pop brit rock british British Music britpop chill christain brit-rock easy listening ecossais emo Favorite feel alone forgotten giants gentle indie gj picks glasgow good music grey heartbroken i give up indie indie pop indie rock literate Lyrics Are A Salvation Mellow mood sad and doomed most beautiful songs neukennengelernt no help with minor Scotland ob onlyforme paracuandoquieradormir Red Wine relax Ro-music ro-sleep ro-top rock sad songs Scotland Rocks Scottish Scottish Bands seen live singer-songwriter slaughter house swank slow smoky voice beauty something to get songs to sleep to Strange Currencies Supercalifragilisticexpialidoc top song radio tram travis UK vocals Yay yedincioda
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