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slowly
repeating
no-one else has heard me say
nothing
really
i'm only
receding
walk for miles but here I stay
nothing
really
sunday
morning
close my eyes so i can see
nothing
really
another
warning
another answer to repeat
nothing
really
slowly
repeating
sunday
morning
sunday morning
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And you want to know
Where to find the space in time that
You've been looking for
For so long
Where you wanna go
Where to find the space in time that
I've been looking for
for so long
Even though
I lost my mind a change in time
I long for what I got
To grow old
If I was you
Maybe we'd get through
Night's end
Wait until
Day breaks
Sorting all my promises
You rearrange all there is
Everything don't admit
Anything
Everyone i know
Is where to find the space in time that
You've been looking for
For so long
Unbelievable
I wish I might have
I wish I could have
I wish I wouldn't smoke
Anymore
Even though
I lost my mind
A change in time
I long for what i got
To grow out
If i was you
Maybe we'd get through
Night's end
Wait until
Day breaks
Sorting all my promises
You rearrange all there is
Everything, don't admit
Anything
Say goodbye to everything
Say goodbye to everything
If I was you
Maybe we'd get through
Night's end
Wait until
Day breaks
Sorting all my promises
You rearrange all there is
Everything, don't admit
Anything
Say goodbye to everything (x4)
Say goodbye to
*night sang
**you'll admit
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(Lyrics are in Italian)
Mento
e contento
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Rough translation:
Domenica Pomeriggio - Sunday Afternoon
I lie
and I'm happy
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in your trouble
nowhere to be found
piece, a bubble
where everybody else is doing
better than you do
why they looking at you
no one seems to take the time to
ask you how you're doing
do you want to grab a coffee
maybe grab a bite
it's the scene
we don't fit in
it's the scene
we don't fit in
now
i'm not talking
i'm not happy
it's just another
night out in the city
don't know where you're going
no one seems to be all right
and i'll ask you how you're doing
do you want to grab a coffee
maybe grab a bite
it's the scene
we don't fit in
it's the scene
we don't fit in
it's the scene
we don't fit in
it's the scene
we don't fit in
now
in your trouble
nowhere to be found
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