Letra de Sunday (Psychic Conversation #9) - Crocodiles
Letra de canci�n de Sunday (Psychic Conversation #9) de Crocodiles lyrics
It's Sunday, and the world does itself
For all of its faults,
and it's explosions of wealth
You, you stand naked,
in front of your true love's words
She tells you, she's not seen worse
And the eyes of the world will still burn
And then turn away, on Sunday
This strange world,
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yeah, you wear it like a crown
It's beautiful and senseless,
but it's tragedy you've found
When, when you look into her eyes
You can tell she's just as ugly,
as reflections you despise
The eyes of the world will still burn
And then turn away, on Sunday
For all of its faults,
and it's explosions of wealth
You, you stand naked,
in front of your true love's words
She tells you, she's not seen worse
And the eyes of the world will still burn
And then turn away, on Sunday
This strange world,
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/sunday--psychic-conversation--9--crocodiles.php
yeah, you wear it like a crown
It's beautiful and senseless,
but it's tragedy you've found
When, when you look into her eyes
You can tell she's just as ugly,
as reflections you despise
The eyes of the world will still burn
And then turn away, on Sunday
