| Sunlight on the bed sheets
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| Your eyes looking heavy
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| Shit shows on the telly
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| But we don’t mind, we don’t mind at all
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| Go halves on a whole piece
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| Sweet taste, strawberry
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| No need for us to get ready
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| 'Cause we treat sun like a waterfall
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| But now I’m dreading every weekend
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| You started giving me the feeling
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| That I might never find another like you
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| I just need one more vanilla Sunday with you
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| When we got nothing to do but watch the day go by
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| So tell me, did you want one more vanilla Sunday with me?
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| Then we can call it history if that’s what you really want
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| Skies grey in the morning
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| Eyes red, tears are pouring
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| Blueberry Monday is calling
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| So many things that I have to do
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| It’s stormy weather
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| I can’t forget ya
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| I tried, know that I tried
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| So aren’t you missing all the whispers?
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| You know you always made me shiver
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| But now the summer’s never felt so cold
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| I just need one more vanilla Sunday with you
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| When we got nothing to do but watch the day go by
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| So tell me, did you want one more vanilla Sunday with me?
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| Then we can call it history if that’s what you really want
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| Let’s talk about it
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| Come, let’s talk about it now, girl
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| I can’t live without it
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| Please don’t make me live without it, girl
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| Don’t wanna try another flavour, I want you
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| 'Cause I just need
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| I just really need one more
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| (I need, I need)
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| Sweet vanilla Sunday
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| I just need one more vanilla Sunday with you
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| When we got nothing to do but watch the day go by
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| So tell me, did you want one more vanilla Sunday with me?
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| Then we can call it history if that’s what you really want |