| It's a Sunday afternoon | |
| and I'm sitting up tired to | |
| my front, many days have passed | |
| while it should have been the | |
| time for us | |
| It's a someday black night and | |
| I'm sitting uninspired somewhere else | |
| hiding my bones, reaching fort the time | |
| Well you don't build a city in a day | |
| but in twenty years you should have something | |
| and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
| I sing a song | |
| Well it's a Tuesday pure morning | |
| I'm waking up, tired to my front | |
| cause I know, there´s a lot of things to think about | |
| like Friday maybe you'll be there | |
| with the needle and thread for broken hearts | |
| You'll fix mine and I'll fix yours | |
| and then we'll mix them in a love bowl | |
| Well, sorry I got carried away | |
| but the truth will rise and remain | |
| and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
| I sing a song | |
| I hope and pray to my god | |
| that he will see us two | |
| to guide me out of the fog | |
| and we meet up in glory days | |
| You don't build a city in a day | |
| but in twenty years you should have something | |
| and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
| I sing a song |
| It' s a Sunday afternoon | |
| and I' m sitting up tired to | |
| my front, many days have passed | |
| while it should have been the | |
| time for us | |
| It' s a someday black night and | |
| I' m sitting uninspired somewhere else | |
| hiding my bones, reaching fort the time | |
| Well you don' t build a city in a day | |
| but in twenty years you should have something | |
| and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
| I sing a song | |
| Well it' s a Tuesday pure morning | |
| I' m waking up, tired to my front | |
| cause I know, there s a lot of things to think about | |
| like Friday maybe you' ll be there | |
| with the needle and thread for broken hearts | |
| You' ll fix mine and I' ll fix yours | |
| and then we' ll mix them in a love bowl | |
| Well, sorry I got carried away | |
| but the truth will rise and remain | |
| and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
| I sing a song | |
| I hope and pray to my god | |
| that he will see us two | |
| to guide me out of the fog | |
| and we meet up in glory days | |
| You don' t build a city in a day | |
| but in twenty years you should have something | |
| and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
| I sing a song |
| It' s a Sunday afternoon | |
| and I' m sitting up tired to | |
| my front, many days have passed | |
| while it should have been the | |
| time for us | |
| It' s a someday black night and | |
| I' m sitting uninspired somewhere else | |
| hiding my bones, reaching fort the time | |
| Well you don' t build a city in a day | |
| but in twenty years you should have something | |
| and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
| I sing a song | |
| Well it' s a Tuesday pure morning | |
| I' m waking up, tired to my front | |
| cause I know, there s a lot of things to think about | |
| like Friday maybe you' ll be there | |
| with the needle and thread for broken hearts | |
| You' ll fix mine and I' ll fix yours | |
| and then we' ll mix them in a love bowl | |
| Well, sorry I got carried away | |
| but the truth will rise and remain | |
| and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
| I sing a song | |
| I hope and pray to my god | |
| that he will see us two | |
| to guide me out of the fog | |
| and we meet up in glory days | |
| You don' t build a city in a day | |
| but in twenty years you should have something | |
| and while waiting for the glory days to come | |
| I sing a song |
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