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Cibo Matto Stereo Type A Sunday Part I The bomb in my heart is beating me a b note Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo 'cuz missin' you on sunday morning, i need somethin' new It's sunday morning But nothing helps me... i'm just waiting for the milkman to come I can't find it, i can't find it Why do i feel so lonely? i don't know how to compromise You are my one and only. what can i find 'til the moon rises? I feel dizzy, you're so damn sleazy, i know you'll say "i was busy" Baby, take me out, it's been rained out so i run to the bank to get my cash And check our savings of love out but it's closed on sunday What can i say? i feel blue the rain starts soaking my shoes We're losing glue i can't find a clue, i'm knocking on the door Somebody is dancing on the floor, then i know the score, i can't take it no more The knicks winnin' can't even make me high, cuttin' coupons for nothing makes me sigh I can't find it, it's been on my mind, i've been trying to find it day and night |
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