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 Sunday Best Lyric |
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| When she's sleeping on the sofa,
When she's laying in her Sunday best,
when she's turning over Friday,
I could swear I'm sleeping less and less...
and the ocean's getting warmer,
and California's on her mind,
Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright,
but I won't...
no I won't...
Cause she's already out the door,
she's already out of here
she's already gone away...already gone away...
When I'm coming over Sunday
and I think about you all the time,
I wonder what you're doin
I wonder why you never cry,
When Boston's always raining,
And we never ever seemed alive,
I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well
but I won't...
no I won't...
Cause she's already out the door,
she's already out of here
she's already gone away...already gone away...
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