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French Wives
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Month of Sundays
It takes four hours to stand up straight And all you are is what you waste Your feet are set in concrete blocks And all your thoughts are deep dark thoughts
Little reminders come back to find you The world is a big place, let it inside you If we could get back on we'd be really strong You'd look back at where you've been and you'd smile
You're bad company, you're a purgatory You'll be waitin' waitin' here for a while Pain is a strong word, loosen your purse string You are the best thing in my month of Sundays
And I can't shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You are not a prisoner, you're a pain shift, this will pass Remember remember remember remember that Remember remember remember remember that
And bring back the boy who swept me off my feet And long live the lost boys sensitive and sweet There's no smoke without a fire I doubt There's no smoke without a fire
And I can't shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks You are not a prisoner, you're a pain shift, this will pass And I can't shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks You are not a prisoner, you're a pain shift, this will pass
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