.The sun hangs over Sunday
And I'm tangled in sheets
It creeps between my eyelids
Seems the blinds sprung a leak
Pills crushed in wine are a headache sometimes
But not 'til the feelings worn off
Still the sun hangs over Sunday
And I'm not getting up
There's nothing lik.
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