Salvador The afternoon sunlight Is folding around us The dishes are done The buildings here Tall as our mountains Slice through the windows And cut off
Haven't got a lot to learn And my eyes they stray again Looking for a satellite In the rays of heaven again There's no other ending Sunday sun Yesterdays
Yeah, on the remix to up Sunday afternoon, yo DOA, bring it to me, baby Well, well, well Listen to me, baby I Bright and early Sunday morning I go to
For those who've slept For those who've kept Themselves jacked up How Jesus wept, Sunday, Sunday For those in need For those who speed For those who
I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head And who'd have ever thought
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Blinded by the vision I turn and face my back to the wall 'Cause I'm locked up in a rhythm The prism of a big glitter ball Wrapped around your finger
Bye bye baby, take me on a highway This time it could be heaven Even for a little while, didn't want to miss you Maybe I can make you feel fine I don
I hear some people get married In the park on a Sunday afternoon And all their friends bring pretty flowers While the band plays a happy tune Now do
Hey dreambreaker, you gonna laugh Now that you fell down? You broke my will and stole my soul Without even a half-ass frown You got Coors for Sunday
Next Sunday, darling is my birthday A day that should be free from care Best wishes and congratulations But only sorrow fills the air While friends are
(a) next sunday darlin' is my birth -(e7) day, A day that should be free from (a) care, Best wishes and con - grat - u - (e7) la - tions, But only sorrow
Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday A Monday, a Monday is very very good Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday A Tuesday, a Tuesday in fact I wish you would Or
She took a rolled up twenty out of her pocket And paid for my cigarettes We were friends at first sight in the 7-Eleven light She said, "Here, let me
A quiet little town with happy go people gatherin' after church with a little steeple Singing on a Sunday singing on a Sunday The week is over and the
Well, I woke up, Sunday morning With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert
Today is the first day of the rest Of our lives Tomorrow is too late to pretend Everything's alright now I'm not gettin' any younger as long As you don