Lyrics:
What would I not do in a month of Sundays?
Hey
I wouldn't stop you in a month of Sundays
Hey
Now do you see me in this month of Sundays?
Hey
You wouldn't
comprehend my part
You're laughing at my purpose
When I offered you my service, tonight
You say
Never in a month of Sundays
You say
Never in a month of Sundays
It's been a month of Sundays and Sundays are always sad
I remember the love we had when you said 'till the end of time
You'd be mine
It's been
nothing to hide
I say out loud
What's on the inside
If you could count
The tears I've cried
Over you
Never in a month of Sundays
Would I come back to you
in control
cs the bullet, it just blew his mind
But was I right to kill a man who'd done the same before?
Goodbye Month of Sundays, take me back where
Well I ain't been loved in a month of Sundays ever since you left me blue and lonely
Tried to find somebody else but none would do
My poor heart
Looking for whatever
and I never learned the candlelight is burning low
I held on to the afterglow
In the year of the month of Sundays
It could have been
The rhythmic crunch of bone
Crucifixion is my addiction...
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
When it's one man against the world, I shouldn't have
hun dunnys custy waiting at Wendy's
Another one at Tubby's lil dog ran off
I ain't seen him in a month of Sundays
Selling all this ice cream
Like
to get my arm back in shape
My elbow's almost already bendin' alright
And don't even try to find me for a month of Sundays
'Cause I'm gonna have me
to get my arm back in shape
My elbow's almost already bendin' alright
And don't even try to find me for a month of Sundays
'Cause I'm gonna have me
high
I'll be looking up
With gleam in my eye sayin'
It's been a month of Sundays
And you're laughing so loud
I don't come down till Monday
to get my arm back in shape
My elbow's almost already bendin' alright
And don't even try to find me for a month of Sundays
'Cause I'm gonna have me
ringing, I can't hardly stand the pain
This pounding in my head is nearly driving me insane.
It's gonna take a month of Sundays to get me over Saturday
built them all on sand
Never in a month of Sundays
Will she love again
Forever in her heart the fun days
Now just footprints in the sand
He woke to find
long a wait
Because
It's a month of Sundays
It's a month of Sundays
It's a month of Sundays
It's a month of Sundays
when I don't have you
Feels like months of Sundays
Blue moons and my dying day
Ice age since hell froze over
And Miss Nikki came out to play
Now there's nothing to say,
of Sundays
Just came and went
You best not ask me
How my days were spent
A month of Sundays
Spirits are low
Boys singing treble on the radio
Here comes
Well I've been living in this month of Sundays
For so long I don't remember Saturday night
Broken records don't play new tunes
'Cept for once in
been
I've been here alone
It's been a month of Sundays
Since my heart beat this strong
What took you so long
Tell me what took you so long
What
A month of Sundays broke me down & now i'm dead
I could not read between the lines on my furrowed head
When all the eyes on the wires stared me down
It's gonna be a month of Sundays
Before I see my gal again
I'm watchin' TV in my undies
Sittin', waitin' for the end
Of the world as we know it
We
I'm alone in a month of Sundays
Will I ever come back again?
I turn to you in times of storms
But I get washed out to sea
I cry for you more and more
to my baby
Just to ease my worried mind
Well it seems like a month of Sundays
I been out here on the road
Yes it seems like a month of Sundays
I
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