Manhã de Domingo

"I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore.

Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday morning.
I don't wanna do it anymore

One day a week we turn the cheek

Oh, how we'd kneel down.
Oh, we were so quiet.
Never any light there...
I don't care, it's not right there...

Get up early, do your hair.
Sunday best on Sunday morning.
I don't wanna see it anymore.

Tea and toast in the social hall.
We had it all on Sunday morning.
I don't wanna see it anymore.

We come in fear , to worship here.

It's wrong to feel, It's wrong to care.
You must not steal, you must not swear.

I don't wanna do it anymore.
I don't wanna see it anymore."

The Bolshoi

[vídeo]

Sabe, eu gosto dessas músicas antigas que fazem subir o cheiro de mofo e uma sensação engraçada [um peso meio leve] dentro da caixa toráxica...

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.just like heaven.