Not For Joe - Sunday 11 am | Текст песни

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Sunday 11 a.m.
How tired I am
Can't get on the phone
Can't turn myself on
I will lie in my bed
From eight untill eight
Doin' nothing at all
Starin' at the wall

My favourite shoes are dead
I was mad
Dancin' all the night long
Singin' all songs
Please, don't you call,
I can't speak at all
I'm remembering night
and smiling on and on

It was a good night
Such a good night
The music was loud out
It was a good night
Such a good night
And I was out of my mind

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