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Counting Crows Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings Sundays Coloured rubbers and a bedroom set I wouldn't know it if it hit me You take a little step and then it feels like love I think I better get a little of it in me Give me a kiss I think it feels like love Give me a kiss I think it feels like sunshine C'mon baby, light me up I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind and... You think that you can do without me I can't do anything at all You think that you can do without me But I don't believe in Sundays And I don't believe in anything at all Your mother make you in a parking lot My mother made me out of flesh and wire Try to remember what you might forget I try to remember everything Try to remember so you don't disappear Try to remember so you don't fade away Your mother made you out of smoke and rain Your mother made you in a fire that's faded You think that you can do without me I can't do anything at all You think that you can do without me But I don't believe in Sundays And I don't believe in anything at all I wanna touch you for the things I'm losing I wanna touch you for my self-respect Give me a reason or I might stop breathing Give me a reason why I'm soaking wet Gotta stop breathing cuz the sky is falling I might go out and watch the moon explode Give me directions to the highway crossing I'll go lie down in the middle of the road You think that you can do without me I can't do anything at all You think that you can do without me But I don't believe in Sundays And I don't believe in anything at all I don't believe in Sundays And I don't believe in anything at all I don't believe in anything at all |
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