| D’you think you know your Sunday self?
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| There is not a pressure
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| Feel like you are not in your body
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| Blissful but not numb
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| I can feel tired, it does not burden me
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| Sometimes it’s like I don’t exist
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| Peaceful skin on skin
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| Everything feels how it should
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| All my friends are drunk
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| Haven’t been wasted in months
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| Which is why we never speak too
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| Falling out of touch
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| Do you think they understand it too
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| That wishful longing for what was?
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| Or is it all just in your head?
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| Quiet, but nothing grew
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| I miss home, but I also learnt
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| How to create homes in places that I go to
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| Stir of the tine
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| After the Cumberland
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| All my friends are drunk
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| Haven’t been wasted in months
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| Which is why we never speak too
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| Falling out of touch
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| It lies in quiet in the night time
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| Sixteen and burning candles low
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| Twenty-three in hot water
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| Dead flowers on your windowsill
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| I think I understand it now
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| That you’re not supposed to
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| I’ll never learn to be calm
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| The moon is a killer
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| Washes bodies to the surface
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| How does anybody do this?
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| All my friends are drunk (How does anybody do this?)
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| Haven’t been wasted in months (There is not a pressure)
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| Washes bodies to the surface (How does anybody do this?)
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| Everything feels how it should (Falling out of touch)
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| I can feel tired, it does not burden me (How does anybody do this?)
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| Sometimes it’s like I don’t exist (There is not a pressure)
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| Blissful but not numb (How does anybody do this?)
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| Everything feels how it should
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| Peaceful skin on skin |