Sunday...
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Always hard to get to sleep when
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Weird noises are implying threats
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On cold sheets I sweat
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On any other day
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It's all rest and flowers
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And a long night of nothing
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In the morning some coffee
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'Cause when the sun goes
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Down you close your eyes and think
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That you might wake in the same place
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I'm out of my head
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That was what they said
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There was no way I would
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Ever trust again
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There's something that fills you up
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And it feels you up and then
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It takes control of your better sense
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There ain't no control of things
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You take for granted
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But they came and they
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Held me up and they felt me up
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And left...I miss them
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Take me to your world
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I want to know if I belong
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There instead of here
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Is there religion?
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It is unordinary
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To want this affection
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But I don't have a real friend
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And I hate my whole family
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But from my bed, my window's
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Lit by a red light
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I have seen before, while floating away
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Another Sunday
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| I Mother Earth |
