Seven Of Sundays Songtext

Curt Smith

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Seven Of Sundays Songtext
it's alright

got to tell myself it's alright

everything that I envied I have become

where to now

now that I've been lost and found
buried in the afternoon

breathless and snowbound



safe as the ocean

shine like a motor car

seven of Sundays

of course you are



coming down

ice cream and a towel wrapped around
flowing hair the swallows me

follows me down

it's OK

twisted sheets and endless rainy days

channels flash across your face

silence surrounds you



safe as the ocean

shine like a motor car

seven of Sundays

of course you are

seven of Sundays

safe as the ocean

shine like a motor car

seven of Sundays

of course you are

seven of Sundays

seven of Sundays

seven of Sundays

of course you are
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