On That Note: Selection (Sunday)
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Well morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
Of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave, but don't leave me
Look around
Choose your own ground
Don't be afraid to care
Leave, but don't leave me
Look around
Choose your own ground
The Bangles, Manic Monday
It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my fun day
It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my fun day
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates' debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at it you lose
Going to the candidates' debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at it you lose
I wanted you right here with me
But I have no choice you've got to leave
But I have no choice you've got to leave
Goodnight you moon light ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
Lionel Richie, Easy
That's why I'm easy, so easy
I'm easy like Sunday mornin'
That's why I'm easy, so easy
I'm easy like Sunday mornin'
The Beatles, Day Tripper
She was a day tripper
Sunday driver, yeah
It took me so long to find out
And I found out
She was a day tripper
Sunday driver, yeah
It took me so long to find out
And I found out
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“Any old way you choose it.”
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty four?
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty four?
