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• Artiste: John K. Samson
• Titre: Sunday Afternoon
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Another Sunday afternoon, nothing much to do Sit and try and make some sense of what I think I think about you Soaked with surroundings that just make me yawn First snow melting outside on the lawn Scattered bits of yesterday with melancholy flecks of gray Creeping back to show me I was wrong A heart full of what's hard to say, I let that skipping record play Far too long Fall Still we're shot down by the lights of it all Fly Up above all that still steals the lights from your carnival eyes You once smiled and said to me don't stay awake too long Some kind of affirmation knowing you were truly wrong Some kind of happiness in things we never see Know we are not half as smart as we pretend to be Well, you were right, I have pretended to be me And now these jaded eyes can barely see Where is this going anyway? It's always hard to say Hard to say