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Sunday

アーティスト:Tift Merritt  アルバム:Bramble Rose 

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I'm gonna have a good cry over nothin' But a handful of cigarettes I'm gonna leave the windows open When I feel like gettin' dressed I'm gonna think hard about leavin' See if the afternoon can tell I'm gonna let him lie there sleepin' Then I'm gonna love him well One mornin' gonna wake up Far from this town where my body lies But Sunday is nobody's business Sunday is nobody's business Tell all of the neighbors. Take back all your favors And look away, Lord. Take down your eyes The ice trays all are empty There's nothin' here to eat at all I can't even find a pack of matches I left the oven on all night long My mother's cross town I'm goin' to see her My grandma's up there on the hill She's drinkin' sherry with all of the angels Savin' a little but until


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