| Well I’ve been living in this month of Sundays
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| For so long I don’t remember Saturday night
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| Broken records don’t play new tunes
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| Except for once in a blue Moon
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| And I have looked and the Moon is still white
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| And I’ve pinned some hope to the summit of some day
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| Someone somewhere may do something with this light
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| But smokers lungs don’t blow balloons
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| Except for once in a blue Moon
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| And I’ve looked but the Moon is still white
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| Rusty guns fire rusty shots
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| Leopards never change their spots
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| And fireworks always fade to soon
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| Empty words don’t mean a lot
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| And from me thats all you’ve got
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| But I swear to you darling one day
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| We’ll stand beneath a blue Moon
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| Well I’ve been living in this month of Sundays
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| And I forget what Monday morning feels like
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| Blushing brides and handsome grooms
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| Deep in debt from honeymoons
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| Stare above but the Moon is still white
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| And I have wondered in to wondering if one day
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| When the war is won and one finally make two
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| Will we think not of what we’re not
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| And think of only what we’ve got
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| And we’ll go dancing underneath a blue Moon
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| Oh black kettles and black pots
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| Seem to fight an awful lot
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| They make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms
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| Empty words don’t mean a lot
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| And from me that’s all you’ve got
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| But I swear to you darling one day
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| We’ll stand beneath a blue Moon
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| oh oh oh
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| oh oh oh
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| oh oh oh oh
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| oh oh oh
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| oh oh oh
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| oh oh oh oh
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| So I’ve been living in this month of Sundays
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| And I don’t know when this month may be through
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| But will you tell me that you’ll wait
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| For as long as it may take
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| And I swear darling I’ll show you a blue Moon
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| Oh my darling I will show you a blue Moon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Month of Sundays , by - Passenger. Song from the album Flight of the Crow, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня