Church - A Month Of Sundays lyrics

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Badman's woman with that look in her eye<br />

You stop to wonder as she passes by<br />

Something inside you is never the same<br />

Something outside you is always to blame<br />

Follow her home where she lives with some friends<br />

They have some good things to add to the blend<br />

The games expanded, invaded the place<br />

You're the only one who's forgotten his face<br />

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You're saying no no no I must be on my way<br />

But it really has been a pleasant night<br />

And you go so slow hope they'll ask you to stay<br />

And indifference gives you a fright<br />

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Walking outside you come to a door<br />

You go inside and you wonder what for<br />

At least it's good to be out of the wind<br />

You turn around and the clocks all begin<br />

Just like the winter your memory thaws<br />

Just like the ocean your memory pours<br />

So many pieces to match or to find<br />

So many doubts to have in one mind<br />

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It's hard to see how the tables have turned<br />

It's hard to see how the people have learned<br />

It's hard to watch the past drizzling past<br />

It's hard to watch them picking the cast<br />

And it stacks up badly that it never makes sense<br />

You sense that sensation is who's paying the rent<br />

And she beckons to you with her fingers and lies<br />

She says: can't you slice the price of your paradise