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Letra de Wheels de Jamie Cullum:

Everyday you live a life so full of hope
Shouldn’t drag your soul around you like a leather vogue
You remember everything you thought your life would be
Well its fallin through the craks of ancient history

Oh, Is this something that I never, something that i never had
Oh, Is this something that I never, something that i never had
Tell you what I’ve heard
The wheels are falling off, the wheels are falling off the world

Friday night and everything is a ok
We are living like we’ve always known a different way
We are taking on our different roads before our goal
It’ll bring you back around to the one you know

Oh, Is this something that I never, something that i never had
Oh, Is this something that I never, something that i never had
Tell you what I’ve heard
The wheels are falling off, the wheels are falling off the world

Letra de Photograph de Jamie Cullum:

Her name was written on a photograph,
right next to her red, sunburnt face,
it all had happened in that long tall grass,
about a mile from her old place,
and I can\’t remember how it started and if it lasted that day in the sun.

We said that we were going to study hard,
we held our books instead of hands,
she held a blanket over cans of beer,
I can\’t deny I was so full of fear.

It\’s just another story caught up in another photograph I found.
and it seems like another person lived that life a great many years ago from
now,

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.
when I look back on my ordinary ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.

And there\’s the first time that I tried that stuff,
I think I look a little green,
I remember throwing up behind a bush,
and I found it hard to use my feet,
and who\’s that easily led little boy who\’s really off his head?

It was the same night that I kissed that girl,
the tall one with the auburn hair,
I remember laughing coz to kiss me,
she had to sit down on a chair!
she tasted like the schnapps she\’d drunk,
and the cigarette she\’d stolen from her mum.

And it\’s just another story caught up in another photograph I found.

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.
When I look back on my ordinary ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.