Sundays never fall quite right..
Will they just be swept away?
Under this endless skyline,
My frame this windowpane...
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Sundays never fall quite right..
Will they just be swept away?
Under this endless skyline,
My frame this windowpane...
First, let me hop out the muh f***in' Porsche,
I don't want her if that ass don't sit like a horse.
"My love must be a kind of blind love
I can't see anyone but you
Are the stars out tonight
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright
I only have eyes for you, dear
The moon may be high
But I can't see a thing in the sky
'Cause I only have eyes for you
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you"
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