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Local H

Ugly Sunday

 

Ugly Sunday

(альбом: Local H's Awesome Quarantine Mix-Tape #3 - 2021)


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 the 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
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 turnin'?
How can all this rain keep fallin'?
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
Goodbye now
Goodbye now

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

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