Sunday Mourning

from by Fox Fagan

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lyrics

I'm talking to you,
But you don't know me,
You're thinking what's this boy gonna show me,
I already how to
FIGHT FU@K LOVE LAUGH
Sit on my hands take demands,
I'm preaching to the converted lonely
well oh well, well oh well,
well oh well, oh well.

And I'm falling,
Out with Sunday Mourning
The black clouds are forming
Calling out my name
And the rescue
Take hold and undress you
Like a fallen nest
Your uncovered in terrain.

ohohoh,ohohoh,ohohoh,ohohohoh

Ballet in hand I'm making a stand,
I wanna start a revolution but I'm not sure who the man, Is any more,
It's a convoluted conversation missionary robber at your door
says he's got "2 kids to feed mate" and that
He didn't get enough money back from his rebate

And he's falling out with Sunday Mourning
The black clouds are forming
Calling out his name
And the rescue,
Take hold and undress you,
Like a fallen nest,
Your uncovered in terrain.

Get well soon, get well soon, get well,
I hope you get well soon, get well soon.

ohohoh,ohohoh,ohohoh,ohohohoh,
bah dap bah bah bah bah bah bah,
bah dap bah bah bah bah bah bah,
bah dap bah bah bah bah bah bah
bah dap bah dap bah

And I'm falling out with Sunday Mourning
The black clouds are forming
Calling out my name
And the rescue,
Take hold and undress you,
Like a fallen nest,
Your uncovered in terrain.

Get well soon, get well soon, get well,
I hope you get well soon, get well soon.

credits

from Bobs Market, track released February 14, 2012
Recorded by Andrew Le-Guier. Written by Neil (Fox) Fagan

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