Curt Smith - Seven Of Sundays (Duet with SO) | Текст песни

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• Seven Of Sundays (Duet with SO)

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………

Seven of Sundays
Of course you are


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