| Nobody’s causing any trouble
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| Nobody’s trying to pick a fight
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| We’re all just soaking up this Sunday summer sun
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| Feeling glad to be alive
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| Ain’t gonna worry bout tomorrow
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| And even less about today
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| We’re gonna watch the light go down on the horizon
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| Let ev’ry moment slip away
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| Jesse tore up his apartment
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| Just why he wouldn’t say
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| Now he sits there in his bedroom and he won’t come out to play
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| Oh, yeah
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| It’s a Sunday Afternoon
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| Got Cap’n Crunch and Reefer and old cartoons
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| When I get up tomorrow
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| It’ll be too soon
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| We’re lazing on a Sunday afternoon
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| The daily news keeps getting stranger
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| But medical Mary keeps me cool
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| They all used to say I’d be a failure but I’m breezin'
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| Although I know sometimes
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| I get a bit confused
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| Everybody needs a purpose
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| Some kind of driving force in life
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| I ain’t gonna have the admiration of the world but I’m already famous in my mind
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| Martha hitched from San Francisco back to her parents' by the Bay
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| She’s doin' mandalas and boxing at least that’s what the doctors say
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| Oh yeah
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| It’s a Sunday afternoon
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| Got Cap’n Crunch and Reefer and old cartoons
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| If the aliens are comin'
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| Hope they come soon
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| We’re lazing on a Sunday afternoon |