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On a Sunday I'll think it through.
On the drive back I'll think it through.
What you wish for won't come true.
Live with that,
With that.
On a Sunday she thought it through.
Now as I drive back, there's thiry-six less hours I have to change
the course I send myself.
Gotta live with that,
With that.
The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday.
The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday.
On a Sunday go once around,
Because when the rides done, the hopes that you have carried,
they fall out from your hands back to the ground.
Live with that.
they fall out from your hands back to the ground.
Live with that,
With that.
And the haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday.
Yeah, the haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday.
Learn as the drugs leave.
Learn as you lose it.
You will.
The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday.
Yeah, the haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday.
On a Sunday.
Yeah, the haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday.
On a Sunday.
Yeah, the haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday.
On a Sunday,
On a Sunday.