letra de sunday - pinegrove
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i woke up it was sat-rday
grey in the sky
there’s nothing more to say on that
i got up got out of my bed
stretched my arms wide
it’s time to let this fall from me
it’s time to let it fall
i move through & just as soon
my clothes are catching on
(my eyes closed, lost in my room.)
i move through & just -ssume
my clothes are catching on thorns
but i’m bringing them with me
bringing them with me
call me on sunday
call me!
call me!
call me on sunday
i move through & just as soon
my clothes are catching on
i’ll come through, i always do
when i’m moving i just -ssume
my clothes are catching on thorns
but i’m bringing them with me
bringing them with me
i never kept good touch
but it’s alright, you never expected much
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