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Song Lyrics Sunday Best lyrics
When she s sleeping on the sofa,
When she s laying in her Sunday best,
when she s turning over Friday,
I could swear I m sleeping less and less...
and the ocean s getting warmer,
and California s on her mind,
Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright,
but I won t...
no I won t...
Cause she s already out the door,
she s already out of here
she s already gone away...already gone away...
When I m coming over Sunday
and I think about you all the time,
I wonder what you re doin
I wonder why you never cry,
When Boston s always raining,
And we never ever seemed alive,
I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well
but I won t...
no I won t...
Cause she s already out the door,
she s already out of here
she s already gone away...already gone away...
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