| Wake up without a blink
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| To an even pace where nothing moves
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| Except the pressure from a funky saturday
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| Dropping like bricks on my head
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| Or over the milkyway
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| Starlit electric beams had only just touched me
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| I must have dreamt myself astray
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| The only milkyway I have is in the middle of the day
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| Somedays are better than somedays
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| Good Sundays are better than somedays
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| Today I’d even take a bad Monday
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| Cause this Sunday’s a pure pressure inside of me
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| Danced till my feet were blue
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| To erase the thoughts I just remember you
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| Tears lost in the turn of the years
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| Return on days like this
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| Kissing in the sunrays
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| I knew that it was Sunday
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| Cause my memory’s like blueprint in my head
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| Somedays are better than somedays
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| Good Sundays are better than somedays
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| Today I’d even take a bad Monday
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| Cause this Sunday’s a pure pressure inside of me
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| (and the little rap says)
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| Give me grits and eggs give me ham and bacon
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| And a pancake with some maple syrup
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| Cause it is Sunday
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| (God knows what the dogs are saying)
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| We made it thru… maybe |