do anything at all You think that you can do without me But I don't believe in Sundays And I don't believe in anything at all I don't believe in Sundays
do anything at all You think that you can do without me But I don't believe in Sundays And I don't believe in anything at all I don't believe in Sunday
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I'm always thinking of someone new I'm never sitting, okay with you There's always something else on my mind There's always something I can't find You
Can you see me Up on a building From down on the pavement Or out in the crowd? Can you see me Through the glare of the lamp post? I am walking a tightrope
Come on, all you cowboys, all you blue-eyed baby boy Oh, come on, all you dashing gentlemen of summer I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory And Sunday
Dancing like the nights are down in Nashville But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run I got a call to go to a late night picture show So I traded
A picture of Amsterdam Bare trees under glass Framed in the gray and white afternoon light Of a winter long past When I was a riser To Dublin I'd roam
Take a message to your head Stay beside her in the bed You were so stupid to believe in Things you couldn't see then make 'em all you want If you haven
I sold my piano, it couldn't come with me I locked up my bedroom and I walked out into the air Nothing I needed is left there behind me I walk out through
Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been? Little pieces blowing gently on the wind They have flown down California, they have landed
She brings her friends so we won't have to be alone I fear I might lose composure without warning I am a child of fire, I am a lion I have desires and
Wasted time running scared When all of love needs is to be believed in All those springs come and gone Passed like trains and box cars, leaving But I
You know I don't like you but you wanna be my friend There are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings It's okay, I'm angry but you'll
There's just one thing you'll need to know And that's that you can't count on me Aw, you can't count on me No, you can't count on me
I'm a Russian, Jew, American Impersonating African, Jamaican What I want to be is an Indian I'm gonna be a cowboy in the end I guess I bought a gun Because
Take a message to your head Just stay beside her in the bed You were so stupid To believe in things you couldn't see Then make them all you want If you