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A grey sky reflected under my feet |
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It must've been raining while I was asleep |
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The sound of the tram is like a church bell to me |
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On my own private sunday I'm feeling free |
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There's work to be done, but I don't want to know |
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I'm gonna lock myself in, I'm gonna turn of my phone |
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The rest of the world is gonna leave me alone |
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On my own private sunday I'm staying home |
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The summer is gone and the autumn is here, |
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always a dallying time of the year, |
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a time for reflecting and looking ahead, |
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but on my own private sunday I'm staying in bed |
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So sign me on up for the holiday of fools |
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I'm playing solitaire with my own rules |
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I'm fixing myself up with my own tools |
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on my own private sunday |
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So let it rain all day |
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Cold water can't hurt me |
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Let it rain all day |
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It's my own private sunday |
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and my own private sun is gonna shine |
