Sunday night, now I know How the night can pass slow All kinds of ugly outside that's right And I'm all alone tonight
Distant highway din Leaky roof my doubt drips in As the street lights up my prospects dim She turns in bed and dreams of him
Where's the solace you can find At the bottom of your mind My friends pushed me from behind Now it feels so empty I could die
Ladder to the edge Hangover throbs inside my head And all the stupid things I've ever said Now make me wish that I was dead
It's night time Greenwich mean time A man puts up a detour sign And the waterfalls of regret Unleash in a torrent of cold sweat
Where's the solace you can find At the bottom of your mind My friends pushed me from behind Now it feels so empty I could die
Sunday night, tonight Where's the solace you can find At the bottom of your mind My friends pushed me from behind Now it feels so empty I could die Die Die Sunday Sunday night
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