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Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song |
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Then you smile |
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It's the kind of place where, dizzy and awake |
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You face the night |
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And I stoop to touch the skin |
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That only seems to be here in my mind |
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And I see a stranger now |
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Playing games that break her heart |
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Oh, Miss Jones |
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Oh, Miss Jones, can't you see? |
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Oh, Miss Jones |
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Oh, Miss Jones, it's me |
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I am in a dream and I don't know why |
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The sweetest pain that I, the sweetest pain that I |
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Sunday in the garden and my mind, oh my mind |
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And my fever close my eyes till my dream enclose my mind |
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Oh, Miss Jones |
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Oh, Miss Jones, can't you see? |
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Oh, Miss Jones |
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Oh, Miss Jones, it's me |
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Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song |
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Then you smile |
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It's the kind of place where, dizzy and awake |
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You face the night |