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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sunday (1994)
Sunday (1994)
Performer
Lee Newell
Lee Newell
All Instruments
Paige Turner
Paige Turner
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Newell
Lee Newell
Composer
Paige Turner
Paige Turner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Newell
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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