Fifty-Second Sunday
An original lyric demo about the quiet work of holding something without explanation.
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Lyrics
Saturday You went away Made a promise What I would do Now it’s the (Fifty-second Sunday) (Ooooh oooh oooh) (Fifty-second Sunday) (Ooooh oooh oooh) Fifty-second Sunday (Fifty-second Sunday) Fifty-second Sunday Broken Battered Bruised Inside out And removed On the (Fifty-second Sunday) (Ooooh oooh oooh) (Fifty-second Sunday) (Ooooh oooh oooh) Fifty-second Sunday (Fifty-second Sunday) Fifty-second Sunday How many Sundays How many more Until I prove This is what I won’t refuse I won’t refuse I won’t refuse To hold this (Fifty-second Sunday) (Ooooh oooh oooh) (Fifty-second Sunday) (Ooooh oooh oooh) (Fifty-second Sunday) (Ooooh oooh oooh) (Fifty-second Sunday) Fifty-second Sunday (Ooooh oooh oooh) Fifty-second Sunday (Ooooh oooh oooh) Fifty-second Sunday (Ooooh oooh oooh) Fifty-second Sunday Why can’t it be Just another Sunday (Just another Sunday) Just another day Instead of In Stead of Of
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