Here's another sunday morning call
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You hear yer head-a-banging on the door
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Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
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Into a day that couldn't give you more
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But what for?
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And in your head
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Do you feel
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What you're not supposed to feel
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And you take
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What you want
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But you don't get it for free
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You need
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More time
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Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
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And I'm not sure
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If it'll ever work out right
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But it's okay
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It's alright
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When you're lonely and you start to hear
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The little voices in your head at night
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You will only sniff away the tears
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So you can dance until the morning light
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At what price
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And in your head
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Do you feel
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What you're not supposed to feel
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And you take
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What you want
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But you won't get it for free
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You need
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More time
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Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
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But I'm not sure
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If it'll ever work out right
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But it's okay
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It's alright
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And in your head
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Do you feel
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What you're not supposed to feel
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And you take
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What you want
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But you won't get hope for free
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You need
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More time
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Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
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And I'm not sure
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If it'll ever ever ever work out right
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If it'll ever ever ever work out right
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Will it ever ever ever work out right?
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Sunday Morning Call
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| Various Artists |
