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| 2. |
| 3:46 | 
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Sundays are slow
Never pretentious, oh no Silent and closed And we don't really have to know Where to go Holding hands with the one I love She wears mittens, I wear gloves There must be someone above Holding hands with the one I love We could catch a picture show Rent a (Sunday) video We could stay out in the snow ""Sunday slow"" Sundays are meant To let the quilt become a tent Sundays well-spent Don't need a reason, no intent Holding hands wi th the one I love She wears mittens, I wear gloves There must be someone above Holding hands with the one I love We could catch a picture show Rent a (Sunday) video We could stay out in the snow Order greasy food to go |
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| 2:02 |
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| 4. |
| 2:20 |
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| 5. |
| 2:53 |
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| 6. |
| 2:58 |
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| 7. |
| 3:31 |
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| 8. |
| 2:13 |
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| 9. |
| 4:08 |
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Last night we ended up in silence
We fell asleep with the creeps I could hear you talking in your sleep I didn't mean to be mean So please call me up Say I'm a spa Come on patronise me Smash up my guitar You can call me up And tell me what to do Cause I need you Maybe you could have misheard me I didn't mean to cause a scene Sometimes tiny things disturb me I never mean to be mean So please call me up Say I'm a spa Come on patronise me Smash up my guitar You can call me up And tell me what to do Cause I need you I couldn't do it, but I wanted To say the words, those special words Always seem to make you disappointed It's so absurd; I can't say the word So please call me up Say I'm a spa Come on patronise me Smash up my guitar You can call me up And tell me what to do Cause I need you |
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| 2:12 |
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| 11. |
| 3:43 |
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| 12. |
| 3:33 |
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| 3:18 |
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| 3:15 |
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