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Galahad, and I, wait until
nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by
surprise -- not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
ARTHUR:

Something more than a day that has nothing for me
I've reasons to say, Sunday's not my day

I'm harrassed by its crowds, how they passively file

grandfather was lying wounded in the leg. He’d been wounded by one of our own lads who’d mistaken him for a German when Grandfather had come hobbling out

The Champion
Donald: Welcome back on this glorious sunday afternoon
for the final round of the Enbuary classic.
The legendary Champion is now

walk fast so she don't see my face
Then we go to class I'm walking by her at the same pace
Aye what's that in your ears I'm blasting Taking Back Sunday

Mmmmm
What you know bout taking all them loses back to back
What you know bout sliding in them foreigns smoking thracks
I put them bricks up

a smile
I tell ya now, I'm walking out the door

Won't break my back for you
The final act is through
I'm clocking out and walking out the door

Damn you're

Sunday Morning in America

Keith Anderson

C'mon!

2008

they're quick to pass him by
And the ones who drop a dollar, don't dare look him in the eye

Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Sunday

wrestle back and forth 
cnd I've been broken by the fight 
cll this smoke is like a lie 'cus I've been choking on this fire 
But look into my eyes; I'm

in the lyrics of the song
We taking y'all by surprise
Blood shot eyes, crisp sweet potato fries straight from the oven
Ya'll need some lovin'
Come our

my back
Won't ever see what i believe
They don't answer to my call
And they don't listen when i speak

Everything okay, just a homicide on Sunday
Got

the facts talk
Please, applause for my work, take the hats off
I'm in the back with your girl, she taking her pants off
I work hard, I'm breaking my backbone

But what you just said got me Walking Away...now I'm Walking Away

So I'm taking it, day by day
Playing it close like the big game, play by play
They

But what you just said got me Walking Away...now I'm Walking Away
So I'm taking it, day by day
Playing it close like the big game, play by play
They say

on Sundays
That's only if you really out here getting money
No dope on Sundays
You know the trap back boomin' Monday
But no dope on Sundays
When you out

of the working wounded, wounded working city unit
Taking out the trash and strappin' in, let's get it movin', stupid

Many men make moves more useless
Use

Out of the Frying Pan (And Into the Fire)

Meat Loaf

Live Around the World

1996

It's only two o'clock
And the temperature's beginning to soar
And all around the city
You see the walking wounded and the living dead
It's never

Out of the Frying Pan (And into the Fire) [DVD]

Meat Loaf

Bat Out of Hell: Live with the Melbourne Symphony

2004

It's only two o'clock
 And the temperature's beginning to soar
 And all around the city
 You see the walking wounded and the living dead
 It's

reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble

Are you saying that

No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by

I’ll change, I’ll change for the better
Pick any day, Sunday through Sunday, Sun up to sun down,
It’s hard to live by the, rules of the town when you’re

Tired of hearing that it's too soon to talk about it
People gone by guns and wounded have become a habit
But wait a minute, it's far from being all

Walking

Mary Mary

Something Big

2011

one step at the time

Look at me I'm trying
Every day I fall down
Make mistakes, get back up
Try again, next time that, see me
I'm walking I'm walking

a key unlocked that cell
I heard a small voice say
Your debts been paid by somebody else

And now I'm walking, walking
Walking free
No more darkness

Sunday  
    		Music and Lyrics by Tita Farrar
		Work for hire Production: Robert White
Mixing and mastering with additional programing: Mike Parlett