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the sundays - 24 hours
Few true cares have i
As the world turns round
I was blind but now I?m still blind
Too few cares have i
As the world turns sour
I was blind but now I?m still blind
I liked you for 24 hours
In your house
And when the time has come to live again
I shall
And I liked you for 24 hours in your house
And now the time has come to live again
I shall
I liked you but that was before
Why me?
I never knew then and I don?t know now
O the things you do all come back to you
That?s why I hung back but I?ll say what I like now
the sundays - a certain someone
Live your life, have your say
Read your stars, day by day
If I could have anything in the world for free
I wouldn?t share it with anyone else but me
Oh, live your life, go your way
And I said oh no
Live your life, stake your claim
Wash your clothes, change your name
Ooh, and I said oh, no, no
If I could have anything in the world for free
I wouldn?t share it with anyone else but me
Ooh, ah.... you?re too twisted by half.... but that?s far enough
So live your life, build a home
And fill it full of flowers and a bottle of old cologne
Yeah, if I could have anything in the world for free
I wouldn?t share it with anyone else but me
Except perhaps a certain someone
Except perhaps a certain someone
Except perhaps a certain someone
Just to be shown another way out
You?re too twisted by half..... but that?s far enough
Oh, I?d be careful living in a block of flats
And I never take the lift to the top
No I never take the lift to the top
Ah, you?re too twisted by half
But that?s far enough
Take a swim round, take a look down
I?ll never believe what we?ve found
We figured it out, we figured it out
We lived in a house, in a cold room
the sundays - another flavour
Fashion - the timing?s all wrong
They taste another flavour
And pretty soon you?re gone
Fashion - this time it?s too late
You knew you?d have to pay for this one day
He loves me now - he loves me not-
He loves me once again
Usual story, another surprise
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Fashion - this time it?s alright
They tickle you with a feather
They tell you you?re sublime
Turn on - to each their own
Usual story, another surprise
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Fashion - the timing was wrong
Your friends are fair weather
You knew it all along
Turn on - to each their own
It?s doing my mind in another surprise
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah...)
Don?t let them black you out for the evening
Sad-happy sufferer no no no
Don?t let them crack you
Try not to feel it
As long as they?re watching your show this time
the sundays - blood on my hands
When people say it?s sad
You know it can?t be bad
And on any other day I?d be soul destroyed
But now I can?t afford to listen to a word they say
And of all the times we had
O the ultimate late night
Didn?t taste right
True words that I should know
Blood on my hands
When you looked around I couldn?t be found
A crime?s a crime, I?ll have to pay
Now I find that I?m thigh deep
Too young for the worst of my mind
You whispered behind me
If I may make so bold
Call it young & wild
But I ran a mile in a minute and there?s no going back
True words that I should know
Blood on my hands
When you looked around I couldn?t be found
A crime?s a crime, I?ll have to pay
True words I said to myself
As the wind chilled my bones
Home alone, you call that a late night?
When people say you?re dead
You know you caught their eye
And on any other day I?d be soul destroyed
But that?s just not the way now
I don?t mind telling you
Nothing is quite what it seems
True words that I should know
Must have been blood on my hands
When you look around I couldn?t be found
A crime?s a crime but I don?t mind
True words that I should know well
But surely by now I could say to myself
The days are getting longer so I better get stronger fast
Surely by now?
the sundays - can t be sure
Give me a story and give me a bed
Give me possessions
Oh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfire
It?s good to have something to live for you?ll find
Live for tomorrow
Live for a job and a perfect behind, high time
England my country the home of the free, such miserable weather
But england?s as happy as england can be
Why cry
And did you know desire?s a terrible thing
The worst that I could find
And did you know desire?s a terrible thing
But I rely on mine, a-ah
England my country the home of the free, such miserable weather
But england?s as happy as england can be
Why cry
And did you know desire?s a terrible thing
The worst that I could find
And did you know desire?s a terrible thing
But I rely on mine
Did you know desire?s a terrible thing
It makes the world go blind
But if desire, desire?s a terrible thing
You know that I really don?t mind
And it?s my life
And though I can?t be sure what I want any more
It will come to me later
Well it?s my life.... and it?s my life
And though I can?t be sure if I want any more
It will come to me later... ah, yeah
the sundays - cry
And I?m standing on a platform
Now I?m staring from a train
And all the trees roll back beside but I?m so oblivious
To the dark to the light
It?s all the same
You gave me so much and now it?s of the earth
And it makes me cry
(it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
It can make me cry
And you?re standing here beside me
In a picture in a frame
And your voice could never fade it?s so familiar
Things you said in my head
Every day
You gave me so much
And now it?s of the earth
And it makes me cry
(it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
And it can make me cry
You?re with me so much
Though you?re never with me anymore
And it makes me cry
(it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
It can make me cry
(oh it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
(yeah it makes me cry, it can make me cry)
the sundays - folk song
Summer sky and a throat bone dry
And the fields are all gold
Dusty lane with a song in my brain
And it stoned me to my soul
I climb higher move towards the fire.....blaze sun
Silver trees and a whispering breeze
Are my sight and my sound
The thought of heaven couldn?t drag me from the path
When I?m wandering here alone
I climb higher move towards the fire.... so blaze sun
Watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
Pale fading sun
the sundays - god made me
Looking for an insult there?s a trickle in my head
Seeing it?s worth the effort I forgive myself
Talks that we had are becoming a blur
If only I could love my neighbour
Waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand
Doing it for the exercise I forget myself
The face thet you had is becoming a blur
But how was I supposed to know that?
Because God made me
That?s all they told me before
And how about you?
And it?s off to work we go
Now you can forget about a labour of love
It just won?t wash anymore
We?d love to be good but we?d rather be bad
But how was I supposed to know that?
Because God made me
That?s all they told me before
And how about you?
Because God made people
That was the luck of the draw
We do what we want
God made me
That?s what they told me before
Who knows what they?ll say today?
Because God made me for his sins
Imagine my eyes when I first saw
We can do what we want
How could I know?
How could I know about it?
the sundays - goodbye
I vow that it?s goodbye and God bless
Why did we have to assume we?re exactly the same?
O no, talking about yourself
I vow that it?s goodbye to the old ways
Those stories were a good read
They were dumb as well
I could never be seen
Falling down on my knees crawling
O no, talk about a sell
O as the heavens shudder baby
I belong to you
O they said you get what you deserve and all they said was true
So is this what it?s come to?
Am I cold or just a little bit warm?
O well
Give me an easy life and a peaceful death
the sundays - here s where the story ends
People I know, Places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside
Here's where the story ends
People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Oh, Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
the sundays - hideous towns
Don?t ask me why, don?t ask me why
I?ll join the army, the salvation army but it didn?t help
Don?t ask me why, don?t ask me why
I joined the army, but it drove me barmy and it didn?t help
Hideous towns make me throw up
Don?t ask me why, don?t ask me why
I went into service with the civil service but it didn?t help
Don?t ask me why, don?t ask me why
I went into service but it made me nervous and it didn?t help
Ooh, hideous towns made me throw up
And sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will just finish me off, yeah near enough
Oh oh, my hopeless youth it?s so uncouth
And oh, I?d like to be in history
I said oh in my hopeless youth just so uncouth
So there you go and now you know
But just please don?t
Don?t ask me why, don?t ask me why
I went to the circus, piccadilly circus, it was very strange
Don?t ask me why, cos I don?t know why
Never one to roam, I took the first bus home, and I haven?t changed
Ooh, hideous towns made me throw up
And I know sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will just finish me off, yeah near enough
Yes they do
Said oh, my hopeless youth it?s so uncouth
Said oh, and I?d like to be in history
Said oh in my, hopeless youth it?s just so uncouth
So there you go, and now you know
But just please don?t.... please, please, please
Said oh, yeah my hopeless youth just so, damn, oh oh
Yeah my hopeless youth is really very young
Just really very young
the sundays - homeward
Youââ?¬â?¢ve stolen my heart and I want you to remember
now whatââ?¬â?¢ll I do? living alone
youââ?¬â?¢ve stolen my heart and it hurts me to remember
now whereââ?¬â?¢ll I go to? living alone
and a butterfly in the wind is drifting like I do
itââ?¬â?¢s dumb - I know what I want to say
but I canââ?¬â?¢t even take one breath
as night falls I hear voices on the radio
(ooh) Iââ?¬â?¢ll follow their dreams
and wake up alone
and a butterfly in the wind is drifting like I do
itââ?¬â?¢s dumb - I know what I want to say
but I canââ?¬â?¢t even take one breath
so now still burning silently away
a storm without the thunder
the sundays - i can t wait
Lying awake dead of night and eyes that never close
Flowers decay - a still life calls for a change
I can?t wait, forever
Miles away dead of night and it?s quiet as the grave
When there?s more in your head than you find in your life
Calls for a change
I can?t wait, forever
And the days and the hours and the years
Keep turning in my mind
I?ve been waiting forever
the sundays - i feel
I feel fine...
Don?t wake me up yet
O the young & the old they get everything
& it?s my turn
I?m here, I?m someone to know
I?m calling the tune but
I?m losing the words
Laughingly I take the fevered applause
Of the people by the riverside
I?m walking, walking on water
God knows why
I?m losing the words
I am a man
Well nearly
Celebrate life, be good to yourself
Don?t wake me like that
I was dreaming & I?d rather carry on
Give me a love & hate on both my hands
I?ll show you what I?m made of
Wasting my breath when I say that
Don?t wake me like that
I was dreaming & I?m tired of everyone
Here?s hoping that you?ll
Go now so long leave me alone
Give me a love & hate on both my hands
I?ll show you what I?m made of
Wasting my breath when I say that
Love hates
A pair of hands
That?s where I began
Just be good, good to yourself
I feel fine
Don?t wake me up yet
Cos I feel tired
Don?t be like that
We don?t need to work any more now
Open that ground up and slip down
the sundays - i kicked a boy
When the weather?s fine, when it?s sunny outside
Think about the time I kicked a boy ?til he cried
Oh, I could?ve been wrong, but I don?t think I was
He?s such a child
When I am alone, I remember so well
How merrily I tripped a boy so he fell
Oh I could?ve been wrong, but I don?t think I was
He?s totally wild
And I?ve been wondering lately just who?s gonna save me
Now I have a cold, and no story to tell
I?d marry you but I?m so unwell
And I could?ve been wrong
Well I don?t think I was
He?s totally wild
And I?ve been wondering lately
Just who?s gonna save me
Yes you should?ve been wise
Oh hysterical child
Where?d you learn to do that
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