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The Sundays
can t be sure
Give me a story and give me a bedGive 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