.I made you listen to Sunday morning
You spit it out across the parquet flooring, let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain till it's pouring
Till the sunshine's brown
I'm sick of sucking on the smoke-hurt past
But you know my hands are tied, ha, ha, they're steadfast
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