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Sunday Drivers The Little Heart Attacks

Sad and cross and croaky, crooning in your room, in my cocoon, I look a sight, the weather's crisp I'd like to spend ... To spend the whole day sleeping

You're going To say you're not blame You just care about yourself You just Just always got away. I ain't down I ain't down Bet on Another don't be wrong

Some kind of shade comes to my face When all my goals oppress my aims. You feel like a clown while to others You're more than a winner: a model. And

quiet, really quiet Most of my time You say I was a good friend, And I have gone downhill, Honestly, I don't know If you were so to me Can you understand me? Can you hear

, colder, It is not like it was before, Now all is torn" Well, you thought it would be perfect Over years and years And I soak up every little tear So

Only in the dark days you can see her smile She always comes alone but she only stays a While And she's coming to try ... Only in the darkness you can