Mark Lanegan - Ugly Sunday on Lyrkit

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Ugly Sunday

Ugly Sunday

(album: The Winding Sheet - 1990)

I feel your blood run cold
And it's a rainy Sunday morning
I count the million miles I'm drifting
From here, to hell
Today

Behind their windows people stare
Can't recognize the kindness there
Just prayers for drowning ships at sea
None for me
And you

It'll take a hard rain to wash your taste away
Still I wish there was a reason left to stay

I'm drunk half blind
And it's an ugly Sunday morning
The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break
Apart, like me
Why if all the world's stopped turning
How can all this rain keep falling
Washing me a million miles away
From you

Why if I'm so alone now
Is it getting hard, to say goodbye now
Goodbye now

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