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Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I know.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
But I don't much like the look of it
All we do is circle, circle, circle, circle
And I found out where my edge is
And it bleeds into where you resist
And my only way, way out is to go out
So far and billowing out
To somewhere
Billowing out
The Luman Riviera
Billowing out
To somewhere
I'll let go of my way
Unseen the sea turn to wanting
Like a waiting cow so I get great
Waiting on some day to drown
Subtitles by the Amara.org community
We do all the same day to turn around
Why does
The air
Always end up like this
Why does
The air
Always end, always end
I'll let go of my way
Unseen the sea turn to wanting
Let go of my way
to go, so I get
great. I'm waiting
on Sunday to
die.
Hey, God, I'm waiting
on, waiting on Sunday,
waiting on
Sunday to die.
Oh,
waiting on,
waiting on Sunday,
waiting on Sunday
to
waiting on
Sunday to
drown.
Waiting
on Sunday,
waiting on
Sunday to
drown.
Oh, I'm
so without it,
really getting
creamed.
Waiting on
Sunday to
drown.
Drown.
Waiting on
Sunday to
drown.
