Enter into her world
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They call her sunday painter
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She is killing time with her brush
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That's the way she likes it Yeah
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She lighting up a cigarette
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It's hanging on the side of her mouth
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But beside that cloud of smoke
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She is just a pretty girl in need of love
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Look and see
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You and me
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We are sunday painters
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We're sunday
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Oh
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Enter into her world
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They call her sunday painter
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She likes to tire like she's all alone
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But the places she calls from
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She like Coffee, black, strong
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She looks scared, she stares kind of sad
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Now I feel her [?]
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For a minute I was in her heaven
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Look and see
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You and me
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We are sunday painters
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We're sunday
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Oh
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Enter into her world
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She is a little day dreamer
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She stands around whenever I'm alone
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And wouldn't reason
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For some reflect we're always there
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Passing by, passing by
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Some reflect we're always there
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Pass sunday painter
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We're sunday
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Tell yourself it's ok
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The things that are, lead this way
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Sunday Painter
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The Temper Trap |