| On a Sunday, I’ll think it through
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| On the drive back, I’ll think it through
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| What you wish for won’t come true
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| Live with that — with that
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| And on a Sunday, she thought it through
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| Now as I drive back, there’s thirty-six less hours
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| I have to change the course I send myself
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| I gotta live with that — with that
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| The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday
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| The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday
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| On a Sunday
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| On a Sunday, go once around
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| 'Cause when the ride’s done, the hopes that you have carried
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| They fall out from your hands back to the ground
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| Live with that — with that
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| They fall out from your hands back to the ground
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| Live with that — with that
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| The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday
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| The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday
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| On a Sunday
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| Learn as the drugs leave
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| Learn as you lose it
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| You will
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| And the haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday
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| The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday
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| On a Sunday
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| Yeah, the haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday
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| On a Sunday
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| Yeah, the haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday
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| On a Sunday
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| On a Sunday |