The Smiths

The Smiths - Everyday Is Like Sunday lyrics

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back to the bench
     where your clothes were stolen
     this is the coastal town
     that they forgot to close down
     Armageddon - come Armageddon!
     Come Armageddon! Come!
     Everyday is like Sunday
     everyday is silent and grey
     Hide on the promenade
     scratch out a postcard
     "how I dearly with I was not here"
     in the seaside town
     ...that they forgot to bomb
     Come! Come! Come - nuclear bomb!
     Everyday is like Sunday
     everyday is silent and grey
     Trudging back over pebbles and sand
     and a strange dust lands on your hands
     (and on your face)
     Everyday is like Sunday
     "Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
     share some greased tea with me
     everyday is silent and grey
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Warner/Chappell

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Released in: 2004

Language: English

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