Sunday 11 a.m. How tired I am Can't get on the phone Can't turn myself on I will lie in my bed From eight untill eight Doin' nothing at all Starin' at the wall
My favourite shoes are dead I was mad Dancin' all the night long Singin' all songs Please, don't you call, I can't speak at all I'm remembering night and smiling on and on
It was a good night Such a good night The music was loud out It was a good night Such a good night And I was out of my mind
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