Sunday Afternoons
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Lyrics
I sit at home at my desk alone as I use todo on many Sunday afternoons when you came back to me, your arms ached for me, ans your arms would close me in though they smelled of other women. ♪ I think of you on Sunday afternoons. Your sweet head would bow, like child somehow, down to me and your hair and your eyes were wild. We would embrace on the floor- You see my back's still sore. You knew how easely I bruised, It's a soreness I would never lose. ♪ I think of you ♪ on Sunday afternoons
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:48
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 101 BPM