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Morrissey
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Everyday Is Like SundayMeð því að: Morrissey |
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Bona Drag |
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 Morrissey » Everyday Is Like Sunday |
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! come!
Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"how i dearly wish i was not here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come - nuclear bomb
Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(and on your face...)
(on your face ...)
(on your face ...)
(on your face ...)
Everyday is like sunday
"win yourself a cheap tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
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