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Sunday Songs

by Blind Mice

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    releases 17 March 2015

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1.
04:18
2.
Home Movies
3.
03:23
4.
Madame Ruby
5.
Barbara's Bar
6.
Drifter

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releases 17 March 2015

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Track Name: Nervous
You're afraid of everything, find comfort in nothing.
Lay in the grass, stare at the sun, close your eyes and imagine
two airliners in a mid-air collision.
You believe your vision to be true with outstanding precision.

Nervous, you've got this nervousness.
Unable to speak, overcast and bleak.
Dark clouds follow you.
Nervous, you've got this nervousness.
You twitch and tap your feet, overwhelmed and meek.
Dark clouds follow you.

You find the worst in everyone, including yourself.
Head of the class, brilliant one
Friday nights alone up spent thinking
the world is bigger than just this small space.
You said the world is ending with fingers crossed
and a smile on your face.

You can't continue to carry the weight of the world.
You're feeling tired and I know you can't take anymore.
You can't continue to carry the weight of the world.
You're feeling tired and I know you can't it.
Track Name: Fifteen
Fifteen years old, you can worry about it tomorrow
Turn on the radio, it's just more of the same
You sing along anyway

Don't lose your cool kid, calm down
I know you really don't give a shit
Can't seem to let your guard down
Don't let anyone crawl under your skin

I've never held anything over you
Bend backwards so far I crack my head
on the pavement. On the pavement.

Did you expect a second chance?
Well I guess who needs friends?
What's one less? What's one less?

Did you catch my drift
Look my back is turning
At your age the radio only plays static

I bet you're crawling, I bet you're crawling across the floor
I know your reaching for the phone
But this time no one's home
Only child, I'll be your brother
I thought you'd grow up sooner
I guess you're just a late bloomer