(Lanegan/Johnson)
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I feel your blood run cold
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And it's a rainy Sunday morning
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I count the million miles I'm driftin'
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From here, to hell
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Today
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Behind their windows people stare
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Can't recognize the kindness there
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Just prayers for drownin' ships at sea
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None for me
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And you
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It'll take a hard rain to wash your taste away
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Still I wish there was a reason left to stay
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I'm drunk half blind
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And it's an ugly Sunday morning
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The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break
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Apart, like me
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Why if all the world's stopped turnin'
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How can all this rain keep fallin'
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Washin' me a million miles away
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From you
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Why if I'm so alone now
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Is it getting hard, to say goodbye now
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Goodbye now
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Ugly Sunday
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| Mark Lanegan |
