| Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette.
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| Last night’s love affair
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| Is looking vulnerable in my bed,
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| Silk sheets, blue dawn,
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| Colgate, tongue warm.
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| Won’t you quit your crying? |
| I can’t sleep,
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| One minute I’m a little sweetheart
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| And next minute you are an absolute creep
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| We’ve got obsessions,
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| I want to wipe out all the sad ideas
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| That come to me when I am holding you,
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| We’ve got obsessions,
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| All you ever think about are sick ideas
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| Involving me, involving you
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| Supermarket, what packet of crackers to pick?
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| They’re all the same, one brand,
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| One name, but really they’re not,
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| Look, look, just choose something quick,
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| People are staring, time to come quick,
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| Cheeks are on fire, just choose something,
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| Pressure overwhelming,
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| Next minute I am turning out of the door,
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| Facing one week without food,
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| A day, a day when things are pretty bad
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| Don’t let it make you feel sad,
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| The crackers were probably bad luck anyway,
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| Can’t let your cold heart be free
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| When you act like
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| You’ve got an OCD
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| We’ve got obsessions,
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| I want to erase every nasty thought
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| That bugs me every day of every week,
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| We’ve got obsessions,
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| You never tell me What it is that makes you strong
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| And what it is that makes you weak.
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| We’ve got obsessions,
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| I want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me Every day of every week,
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| We’ve got obsessions,
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| You never told me what it was
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| That made you strong
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| And what it was that made you weak
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| Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette.
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| Last night’s love affair is looking
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| Vulnerable again |