Obliterate the Sunday
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You’ve been cherishing all week
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Obliterate the Sunday
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He’s a pleasure you can keep
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Thought you’d learn Newspeak today
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But Esperanto’s out of date
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It’s just another Sunday
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Now Top of the Pops is dead
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And if the morning gets you down
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And then the evening lets you down
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Obliterating Sunday’s fair play
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Obliterate the Sunday
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Just keep your phone away
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Exposing wrong intentions
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Won’t make it easier to wake
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A season of illusions
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A pocket full of doubts
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A night of fading stars
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And a legacy of clouds
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Obliterate the Sunday
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The glass is out of reach
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The heat wave’s low relief
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You’ll find a palm tree in your sleep
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You’re hiding from monsters, dodging the seas
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You spent the day scheming, you’re the Houdini
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Train has pulled up, light has pulled in
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A chance of escape, come right up the street
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Obliterate the Sunday
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You’ve been cherishing all week
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Obliterate the Sunday
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He’s a pleasure you can keep
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A season of illusions
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A pocket full of doubts
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A night of fading stars
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And a legacy of clouds
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And if the morning gets you down
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And then the evening lets you down
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Obliterating Sunday’s fair play
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You’re hiding from monsters, dodging the seas
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You spent the day scheming, you’re the Houdini
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Train has pulled up, light has pulled in
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A chance of escape, come right up the street
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You’re hiding from monsters, dodging the seas
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You spent the day scheming, you’re the Houdini
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Train has pulled up, light has pulled in
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A chance of escape, come right up the street
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You’re hiding from monsters, dodging the seas
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You spent the day scheming, you’re the Houdini
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Train has pulled up, light has pulled in
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A chance of escape, come right up the street |