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EVERYDAY IS LIKE SUNDAY
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EVERYDAY IS LIKE SUNDAY,
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Trudging slowly over wet sand
back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
this is the coastal town
that they forgot to close down
armageddon - come armageddon!
come, armageddon! come!
Everyday is like sunday
everyday is silent and grey
hide on the promenade
etch a postcard :
"how i dearly wish i was not here"
in the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
come, come, come - nuclear bomb
everyday is like sunday
everyday is silent and grey
trudging back over pebbles and sand
and a strange dust lands on your hands
(and on your face...)
(on your face ...)
(on your face ...)
(on your face ...)
everyday is like sunday
"win yourself a cheap tray"
share some greased tea with me
everyday is silent and grey
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Trudging slowly over wet sand back to the bench where your clothes were stolen this is the coastal town that they forgot to close down armageddon - come armageddon! come, armageddon! come! Everyday is like sunday everyday is silent and grey hide on the promenade etch a postcard : "how i dearly wish i was not here" in the seaside town ...that they forgot to bomb come, come, come - nuclear bomb everyday is like sunday everyday is silent and grey trudging back over pebbles and sand and a strange dust lands on your hands (and on your face...) (on your face ...) (on your face ...) (on your face ...) everyday is like sunday "win yourself a cheap tray" share some greased tea with me everyday is silent and grey
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