Just livin' on a Sunday morning, got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep gettin', never enough, not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about
Just livin' on a Sunday morning, got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep gettin', never enough, not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about
And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above
Could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
Parody of yourself in color, givin' it to everybody, but your mother and
You've got much to think about
Soaring higher with every treason, never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about
And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above
Could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above
Could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
And it might be
Parody of yourself in color, givin' it to everybody, but your mother and
You've got much to think about
Soaring higher with every treason, never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about
And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above
Could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above
Could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above
Could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
And it might, might...
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