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WAKING UP ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON Lyrics Meanings
by ALAN CORBEL


WAKING UP ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON Lyrics

Summer time is a poem, but you don't miss me at all
You fell alive once again, but you don't want me back home

As heaven is so crowded I'd better build my own
Like a season not yet started I'll be waiting alone

When your garden gets floaded, you're so damn right to be worried

As heaven is so crowded I'd better build my own
Like a season not yet started I'll be waiting alone

Tatoos and blood are dripping around, no ink could fit your skin or mine
Can't stare at her she looks so terrified, you never know what crosses her mind
What's going on well deep Inside her head, what's going on deep inside

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