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Sunday mourning
Copyright 2009

Here we go,
its Sunday morning
waiting for each other to make a move
standing by
just waiting for chances
a little boy he dances
what are we supposed to do

But I don’t see any easy way out of this
I don’t see
which way to go

Sunday morning
never was my favourite
something about a Sunday
makes a body feel alone
a drop of water I cry
rolling down from my left eye
catches me out by surprise
but I just let it roll.

And the rain comes down and I am blue
tell me what we do
tell me what we do

Cut it out and set it free.
cos I can’t be what I can’t be
you make me stand beside myself
you make me stand beside myself

Sunday afternoon, I’m watching the grand prix
Murray can you tell me, how a boy can feel this way
If I was that brave
and love was the seventh wave
assuming that my soul was saved
Id stand up tall and ride.
but I can see the shore from here,
for I’m blinded by my fears
and a single simple tear

cut it out and set it free
cos I can’t be what I can’t be

you make me stand beside myself
you make me stand beside myself

bye bye and off we go
to lick our wounds to love and grow
show the world how much we know
feel the wind and watch it blow
watch it blow