Star

Feel it, I want to get out
Can’t you see it, that I won’t survive
With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I’ll get by
With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I’ll get by
I’m breathing in and out
But I’m not living my own life
With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I’ll get by
With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I’ll get by
I’m coming to get you when you’re lying in your bed
I’m coming to get you with your lies widespread
I’m coming to get you in the back like a boy
I’m coming to get you to steal your soul
I’m sleeping bad at night
This darkness turns me inside out
With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I’ll get by
With the Sundays in my pocket and a little bit of honey I’ll get by
I’ll get by I’m coming to get you when you’re lying in your bed
I’m coming to get you with your lies widespread
I’m coming to get you in the back like a boy
I’m coming to get you to steal your soul
With the Sundays… I’m coming to get you… now
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