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Sunday Night |
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Sunday night, now I know
How the night can pass slow
All kinds of ugly outside that's right
And I'm all alone tonight
Distant highway din
Leaky roof my doubt drips in
As the street lights up my prospects dim
She turns in bed and dreams of him
Where's the solace you can find
At the bottom of your mind
My friends pushed me from behind
Now it feels so empty I could die
Ladder to the edge
Hangover throbs inside my head
And all the stupid things I've ever said
Now make me wish that I was dead
It's night time
Greenwich mean time
A man puts up a detour sign
And the waterfalls of regret
Unleash in a torrent of cold sweat
Where's the solace you can find
At the bottom of your mind
My friends pushed me from behind
Now it feels so empty I could die
Sunday night, tonight
Where's the solace you can find
At the bottom of your mind
My friends pushed me from behind
Now it feels so empty I could die
Die
Die
Sunday
Sunday night
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