A Decent Cup Of Tea

A decent cup of tea

Is what this English curse has given to me,

Back in the day, or even back to sleep

It doesn't really matter to me.

'Cause I am disappeared!

But I still believe,

That if ever I stray, longing for the day

I'll still have a decent eulogy.

Just put one foot before the other

and find the fastest way back home.

The poetry of the deed is done,

But just don't try this at home.

Song titles of Frank Turner ^__^


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