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Sunday afternoon |
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Not a lot to do |
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Think of all |
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The places |
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I could be |
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People I could meet |
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Life so small |
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I'm watching drops of rain |
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On my window pane |
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Empty streets |
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And no one knocks around |
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No one goes to town |
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I'm a-going out |
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Sick of staying in |
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Living life |
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With worries on my mind |
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Waste away the time day there was a storm |
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Closed up all the doors |
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So restricted |
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Put my life of shame |
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Through the window pane |
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Now I'm blessed |
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Cause god created |
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Sundays So we could stay in |
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And watch the rain falling down |
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I lay on my bed |
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I feel all left out |
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I switch off my head |
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And I can live on my own |
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And stay in all day |
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And watch the rain falling down |
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I lay on my bed |
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I feel all left out |
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And switch off my head |
