| I wish I could go walking
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| Walk out of this place
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| Maybe see a friendly face
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| But it’s raining and raining
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| I’m looking down from below
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| From a thirteenth floor window
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| It’s Sunday afternoon, the sky is ugly grey
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| I’m here or down there
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| Right now it’s bad news either way
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| Well, I can’t stay
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| So I guess I’ll go out there anyhow
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| What I don’t want right now is
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| A day of reflection and solitude
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| With this bitter mood, I’m in again
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| I tried to call you on the phone
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| Now I’m stir crazed enough
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| To go walking in the rain alone
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| I heard the last church bell’s ring
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| And got the Sunday blues
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| For this and that and everything
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| The Sunday blues
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| That feeling goes stealing down to your shoes
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| In my head and in my heart
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| The Sunday blues
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| I’m on the wrong side of Sunday
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| Can’t get away from dark thoughts today
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| I’ve been made blue, been lied to
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| But enough’s enough
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| I don’t need this stuff ok?
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| Regret and rage, just go back to underground
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| Mean old Sunday blues, I’ve had it with you hanging 'round
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| Yeah, alright I’m done with the Sunday blues
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| Everyone now and then has to play and lose
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| So I’ll waste no more tears on last year’s news
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| 'Til the next time around with the Sunday blues |