On Almost Any Sunday Morning Lyrics

Counting Crows

Take a message to your head Stay beside her in the bed You were so stupid to believe in Things you couldn't see then make 'em all you want
If you haven't got the reasons Just make up any reasons And pick it ‘til it's torn
Take it all away You took your coat today But they all go back in the morning
Make a time to find your way Got a little further today Wash your eyes clear of anything Just make them empty circles
Dress yourself in black or gray I’m hungry like a wild waif or only child This lithium is heroin to me
It makes it all withdraw All the anger and loss But it all keeps coming back in the morning
You keep yourself too clean You dig yourself a dream That you won’t be coming home alone Not this time, not this time, not this time, not this time

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