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Sunday (1994)
Performer
Lee Newell
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Paige Turner
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Newell
Composer
Paige Turner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Newell
Producer
Lyrics
I hear church bells at a nearby funeral
And now I'm picturing you six feet underground
But that's the price I pay for being in love and love and love
I'm grieving that you're gone when you're lying next to me
Love is a sonnet and I'm starting to choke
'Cause every time I sing to you, heartbreak clears its throat
I'm waiting for doomsday, ahh
I'm waiting for doomsday, ahh
When your hands are up my petticoat
My melancholy mind explodes
I'm depressed without your flesh upon my pretty body
Love is a bullet and I'm jumping the gun
I'm waiting for doomsday, ahh
I'm waiting for doomsday, ahh
Catastrophic ideation
Standing at White City Station
Let's make a pact
Lay on the tracks and sleep forever
Oh, if you say I'll follow
If you say I'll follow
Love is a sonnet
Oh, I'll say it again
No, I don't want this to end
No, I don't want this to end
But I'm waiting for doomsday, ahh
Waiting for doomsday, ahh
I want you to know when it turns black, ahh
You're the best I've ever had
I want you to know when it turns black, ahh
You're the best I've ever had
Writer(s): Lee Newell, Paige Turner
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