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SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Oh yes, I'll plant the seed in the morning
And mark the place with oversized bows
I'll stock the family fridge without warning
Then leave the scene a while 'til

CHORUS: Sunday afternoon comes calling
From off down the lane
It's coming to find me again

I'll take you long, we'll meet in the subway
You miss the ride, you miss the whole point of it
We'll make it, stop, then open the doorway
Before it closes in on

CHORUS: Sunday afternoon that's calling
Far off down the lane
Glorifies me again

- SOLO -

BRIDGE: Don't you remind me, I hear what you said
Don't you remind me again
I tell you it's not up to me and it's not up to you
To define where or when

Don't ask me why we're part of the wreckage
You'll only hurt yourself, well it's true
We'll take the rise but forfeit the message
I'm not responsible on

CHORUS: Sunday afternoon I'm falling
In love with you again
And I can't stop this day from closing in

 

 

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