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The Sundays

I vow that it's goodbye and God bless
Why did we have to assume we're exactly the same?
Oh no, talking about yourself

I vow that it's goodbye to the old ways
Those stories were a good read
They were dumb as well
I could never be seen
Falling down on my knees crawling
Oh no, talk about a sell

O as the heavens shudder baby
I belong to you
Oh they said you get what you deserve and all they said was true

So is this what it's come to?
Am I cold or just a little bit warm?
Oh well
Give me an easy life and a peaceful death

Written by DAVID GAVURIN, HARRIET WHEELER
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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