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Sunday Morning Call

Here's another Sunday morning call

You hear your head banging on the door

You slip those shoes on and then out you crawl

Into a day that couldn't give you more

But what for?

And In your head, do you feel

What you're not supposed to feel

And you take, what you want

But you don't get it for free

You need, more time

Coz your thoughts and words won't last forever more

But I'm not sure

If it ever works out right

But it's OK , S'Alright

When you're lonely and you start to hear

The little voices in your head at night

You will only sniff away the tears

So you can dance until the morning light

But at what price?

And In your head, do you feel

What you're not supposed to feel

And you take, what you want

But you can't get hope for free

You need, more time

Coz your thoughts and words won't last forever more

But I'm not sure

If it ever ever ever works out right

Coz it never never never works out right

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