Sunday (Album Version)

Sunday (Album Version)

Tommy Lee

Your vision's blurred, your mouth is dry
It is Sunday
Just another Sunday
Your body aches, your conscience sleeps
It is Sunday
Just another Sunday

You say, you don't want to feel this way
You don't want to feel
You say, you don't want to feel this way
You don't want to feel

Your knees are weak, your heart's on speed
It is Sunday
Just another Sunday
Your senses lie, your temple speaks
It is Sunday
Just another Sunday

You say, you don't want to feel this way
You don't want to feel
You say, you don't want to feel this way
You don't want to feel

I think I'm out of my mind sometimes maybe
No room in my head cause it's filled with a boom
I think I'm out of my mind sometimes maybe
No room in my head cause it's filled with a boom

It is Sunday, just another Sunday

You say, you don't want to feel this way
You don't want to feel
You say, you don't want to feel this way
You don't want to feel

I think I'm out of my mind sometimes maybe
No room in my head cause it's filled with a boom
I think I'm out of my mind sometimes maybe
No room in my head cause it's filled with a boom

Written by JONES, SPENCER / SMITH, MATTHEW / BURGESS, NICHOLAS / LEE, IAN
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BUG MUSIC

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