Paroles de Sunday Night Maybes
I'm finding it hard to believe youwhen our God lives in a suite on the floor above
with words misused to destroy the proofs
as she's tearing up, tearing up, tearing up this plywood love
social minds can't deceive this
when the dial tone's the sweetest prize
'cause people side with the best ones
twenty years too late and half alive
you're half alive...
'cause people side with the best ones
twenty years too late and half alive
you're half alive...
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