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Sundays Counting Crows LRC by SouL Coloured rubbers and a bedroom set I wouldn't know it if it hit me You take a little step and then it feels like love I think I better get a little of it in me Give me a kiss I think Sundays Moonpools & Caterpillars Is there a yearning inside, That keeps the spirit breaking. Is there a yearning inside? That reminds us we'll succeed? I've lost once before, I'm older now. sundays PILLOW 잠시 누워 나의 방의 하늘 내가 원했던 건 이런 색깔이었나 불이 꺼진 위에서 아래로 더 fallin 압박을 피해서 한참을 서 있다 눈은 더 패였고 짙어지는 다크써클 보낸 밤이 묻히고 떠난 걸 쌓여버린 컵 몇번의 생각과 그 안을 함께 삼켰어 Don’t play around me No more Cuz I feel the same way Anyway How long Seven Sundays Extreme One day we'll find the time to spend, together until then, My Love IF I HAD ONE WISH IT WOULDN'T BE HARD TO CHOOSE SEVEN SUNDAYS IN A ROW CAUSE THAT'S THE DAY THAT I SPEND WITH YOU Someday Giant Formula Sundays I want to believe I’m here for a cause And I want to see the world is it was But I am a boy inside of a man Slowly facing the riddle of being simple with a plan The moment we came and the moment we Love The Sundays Love picture myself as a thin white child back to the day I was born on they slapped me into line as it crossed my mind I've felt better I've felt worse this is my life and it's all very well but GREAT BIG SKY SUNDAYS You and me through the southlands With nothing else on our minds I Can still hear you howling In the warm starry night We had time to kill And Miles to beat While a great big sky kept hanging over Remembering Sundays Masego I remember Sundays afternoon time When the world was something large and strange [Verse 1] I need a small town Don't know where to live now I need emotion I need a caravan Hate a Mercedes-Benz I don't Sundays And Holidays Red House Painters What do you think in the back seat Traveling through the yellow open state Am I too slow to turn my thoughts to words To turn meaningless to meaning Am I too down to notice smell and sound To tell dull So Much The Sundays So Much dream and fantasize Slave to your desire, you'll buy anything Curse and criticize middle-aged and at your door and they're selling you the son of God it's so hard to ignore You want I Feel The Sundays don't wake me up yet o the young & the old they get everything & it's my turn I'm here, I'm someone to know I'm calling the tune but I'm losing the words laughingly I take the fevered applause God Made Me The Sundays God Made Me looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself talks that we had are becoming a blur if only I could love my neighbour waiting here Somedays Sundays Polarkreis 18 (Bonus Track) Sunday, Lovely Sunday Edson Sundays are slow Never pretentious oh no Silent and closed And we don't really have to know Where to go Holding hands with the one I love She wears mittens I wear gloves There must be someone above your eyes The Sundays them we뭨e far too drunk to see these things as they are you painted me and I sat quite still a tiny room in Notting Hill it was far too dark to look at things as they are I뭭e seen the More The Sundays the flesh is weak & the mind slow by now, you could say there's a problem and it rained down on me and it seemed to get into me it poured down over me I'm wet through but I still want more peace summertime The Sundays summertime Do some people wind up with the one that they adore in a heart-shaped hotel room it's what a heart is for the bubble floats so madly will it stay sky-high? Can'T Be Sure The Sundays give me a story and give me a bed give me possessions oh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfire it's good to have something to live for you'll find live for tomorrow live for a job and a I won The Sundays take a candle to a cellar tonight and I'd like to take some matches there and set it alight I can, cos I've seen those kind of places before ooh, I'd like to have a party in a cellar tonight and I'd love You're Not The Only One I Know The Sundays where's the harm in voicing a doubt you'll find me in the lavatory and where's the harm in talking out loud when I'm on my own what's so wrong with reading my stars when I'll be in the lavatory and what Sunday, Lovely Sunday Edson Sundays are slow Never pretentious, oh no Silent and closed And we don't really have to know Where to go Holding hands with the one I love She wears mittens, I wear gloves There must be someone Season Of Sundays Vanishing Point Season Of Sundays Take a look mankind, what have we done Walk on silent, what has become This age we lead that leaves regret We move forward and we forget Look now mankind, what has become See in these Smokin' On Sundays The Hotknives Smokin' on Sundays, wasting my time, so leave me on Sundays, Sundays are mine. Smokin' on Sundays, wasting my time, so leave me on Sundays, Sundays are mine. We Don't Celebrate Sundays Hardcore Superstar > Come, smash up your seats tonight Sippin'on wine I'm fine The music keeps me up all night Cause I'm full of lust Come with us Run for your lives I'm only lonely when the music's over Lonely when you're Field Day For The Sundays Wire What is this feeling called love? What is this crazy thing I can't explain anyhow? What is this feeling called love? What is this crazy scene I can't work out anyhow? A Perfect Sunday 노이즈캣 Sundays slide away All your dreams for the days will be different I'd rather say We fly away everywhere Sundays slide away All my times fade away We've been nowhere this time We're going to everywhere Here's Where The Story Ends The Sundays people I know places I go make me feel tongue tied I can see how people look down they're on the inside here's where the story ends people I see, weary of me showing my good side I can see how people look leave this city The Sundays leave this city gone forever, the writing on the wall they뭭e boarded-up the cinema strawberry dreams and the dust-filled beams shut down in a modern town see you walking, see you talking my finest hour The Sundays my finest hour when the world, it shows me up my clothes, they show me up I never knew this before the finest hour that I've ever known was finding a pound on the Underground when my words came folk song The Sundays folk song summer sky and a throat bone dry and the fields are all gold dusty lane with a song in my brain and it stoned me to my soul I climb higher move towards the fire.....blaze sun silver