Call again some other time
I haven't felt much like myself
The pink disguise cast across the sky
Coops me up locked in a cage
I'm free to go from the château
But nothing is easier than this
I've laid in bed stuck inside my head
I haven't felt like much
Nothing else is expected
When plants whither in the ground
I'll keep a vase in a darkened place
And hide the key next to the door
They came to knock on my window
But this fantasy is reality
Break inside with the pesticides
I'll take a shot Monday morn
Let the night start crawling in
Drop him off then drive away
The sun can blind some other time
Just keep away on Sunday
This time is well and over
But bring him back here next week
A stranglehold keeps the truth untold
Mostly for this very day
Joseph Dean - Sunday Lyrics
Joseph Dean - Sunday Lyrics
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Call again some other time
I haven't felt much like myself
The pink disguise cast across the sky
Coops me up locked in a cage
I'm free to go from the château
But nothing is easier than this
I've laid in bed stuck inside my head
I haven't felt like much
Nothing else is expected
When plants whither in the ground
I'll keep a vase in a darkened place
And hide the key next to the door
They came to knock on my window
But this fantasy is reality
Break inside with the pesticides
I'll take a shot Monday morn
Let the night start crawling in
Drop him off then drive away
The sun can blind some other time
Just keep away on Sunday
This time is well and over
But bring him back here next week
A stranglehold keeps the truth untold
Mostly for this very day
I haven't felt much like myself
The pink disguise cast across the sky
Coops me up locked in a cage
I'm free to go from the château
But nothing is easier than this
I've laid in bed stuck inside my head
I haven't felt like much
Nothing else is expected
When plants whither in the ground
I'll keep a vase in a darkened place
And hide the key next to the door
They came to knock on my window
But this fantasy is reality
Break inside with the pesticides
I'll take a shot Monday morn
Let the night start crawling in
Drop him off then drive away
The sun can blind some other time
Just keep away on Sunday
This time is well and over
But bring him back here next week
A stranglehold keeps the truth untold
Mostly for this very day
Writer: Joseph Gooch
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