(N. Cherry/C. McVey/G. Barlow)
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Wake up without a blink
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To an even pace where nothing moves
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Except the pressure from a funky saturday
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Dropping like bricks on my head
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Or over the milkyway
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Starlit electric beams had only just touched me
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I must have dreamt myself astray
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The only milkyway I have is in the middle of the day
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Chorus:
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Somedays are better than somedays
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Good Sundays are better than somedays
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Today I'd even take a bad Monday
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Cause this Sunday's a pure pressure inside of me
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Danced till my feet were blue
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To erase the thoughts I just remember you
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Tears lost in the turn of the years
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Return on days like this
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Kissing in the sunrays
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I knew that it was Sunday
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Cause my memory's like blueprint in my head
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Chorus
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(and the little rap says)
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Give me grits and eggs give me ham and bacon
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And a pancake with some maple syrup
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Cause it is Sunday
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(God knows what the dogs are saying)
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We made it thru....maybe
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Somedays
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| Neneh Cherry |
