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The Sundays

Burning questions we are told they've gone out Time you learned your lesson we all know that Tell me boys are you out there? The flesh is weak and the mind slow
By now, you could say there's a problem And it rained down on me, and it seemed to get into me And it poured down over me and I'm wettin', wettin' through But I still want more
Peace love now what? Don't go telling me you've had them Oh, delighted We all know we won't be alive any more
By now you could say there's a problem And it rained down on me, and it seemed to get into me And I'm soaked to my skin and I'm wettin', wettin' through I really ought to be in, will you let me have a sign?
And somebody ought to reply, and we'll take anything at all Understand me, fun times we have known That's what we're like, we've just taken them all And I still don't remember how I got home Don't tell me where we're going, now I know we won't be alive any more More, more, more, more, more

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