| Lady Sunday
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| You’ve been hiding and I’ve been tryna find you
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| Is there some way that I could get a hold of you
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| You’re right around the corner from the week- end
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| Warriors They wouldn’t settle down
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| And I just might
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| Go up to your door and play ding dong ditch right now
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| (Sam Lachow):
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| Woop-dee-woo, Huckleberry
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| Huckle-who?
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| Huckleberry how the hell you’d end up at the Muckleshoot
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| Probably the jungle juice
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| The fuck was he thinking?
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| I woke up achey and shakey
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| With bloody knuckles and hickeys
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| (HEY!)
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| A couple black eyes
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| Scroll on my story to find out what had transpired
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| What went wrong?
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| How did I become chastised
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| And I want to point (?) At the sun in my cracked blinds
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| And she could be the everything I hoped for
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| Deliver me the remedies, I’ll never leave my sofa
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| My buzzer might be broken, just go in the door is open
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| I’m sorry, I know I told ya
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| That tomorrow I’d be sober baby
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| (Dave B):
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| Lady Sunday
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| You’ve been hiding and I’ve been tryna find you
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| Is there some way that I could get a hold of you
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| You’re right around the corner from the weekend
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| (?) They wouldn’t settle down
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| And I just might
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| Go up to your door and play ding dong ditch right now
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| (Sam Lachow):
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| What’s poppin?
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| I’m at the bus stop and
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| In need of something stronger than my morning cup of coffee
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| I must’ve got off at the casino
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| Infront of people I woke up in my (?)
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| I’ll be off to find a cheque
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| Monday had it’s hands around my neck
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| Elec--tricity make me give up (?)
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| Toxic calendars as reminders
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| I kinda
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| (Sam Lachow & Dave B):
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| Wanna be the sun inside your window
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| Peeking through the cracks onto your mattress and your pillow
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| Were not allowed to offer no probiotics or coffee
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| But what I got you can get from nobody else inside your bedroom
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| (Sam Lachow):
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| And not a whole lots changed since the first verse
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| I was up to see people jogging and birds chirp
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| And all the judgey eyes running by blank
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| I’m right up on the brink
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| Looking for Lady Sunday
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| Like
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| I was up
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| (Dave B):
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| Lady Sunday
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| You’ve been hiding and I’ve been tryna find you
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| Is there some way that I could get a hold of you
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| You’re right around the corner from the weekend
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| (?) They wouldn’t settle down
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| And I just might
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| Go up to your door and play ding dong ditch right now
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| Baby I’ve been thinking bout you lately
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| (?) I can party like I could at 18
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| I can handle liqour like I could at 21
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| But some things never change |