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(N. Cherry/C. McVey/G. Barlow) |
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Wake up without a blink |
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To an even pace where nothing moves |
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Except the pressure from a funky saturday |
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Dropping like bricks on my head |
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Or over the milkyway |
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Starlit electric beams had only just touched me |
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I must have dreamt myself astray |
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The only milkyway I have is in the middle of the day |
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Chorus: |
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Somedays are better than somedays |
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Good Sundays are better than somedays |
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Today I'd even take a bad Monday |
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Cause this Sunday's a pure pressure inside of me |
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Danced till my feet were blue |
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To erase the thoughts I just remember you |
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Tears lost in the turn of the years |
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Return on days like this |
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Kissing in the sunrays |
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I knew that it was Sunday |
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Cause my memory's like blueprint in my head |
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Chorus |
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(and the little rap says) |
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Give me grits and eggs give me ham and bacon |
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And a pancake with some maple syrup |
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Cause it is Sunday |
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(God knows what the dogs are saying) |
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We made it thru....maybe |
