The Sunday Song Lyrics – Amelia Curran
Singer: Amelia Curran
Title: The Sunday Song
No one’s gonna call
No one’s gonna call today
I can’t do nothing wrong
Or anything at all
It’s lonely at the top
It’s lonely at the bottom of the totem pole
No one’s gonna come
No one’s gonna come around
There’s nothing to be done
And nothing makes a sound
I’m tired as a whale
Drifting from a river bed to higher ground
Sleepy like a boon
Sundry like a bang
I’m hurting like a uniform
And stupid as a lamb
No one’s gonna call
No one’s gonna come around
Tipsy like a jukebox
Topsy like a gin
I’m tortured like a microphone
And happy as a sin
No one’s gonna call
No one’s gonna come around
No one’s gonna call
No one’s gonna come around
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Lyrics Amelia Curran – The Sunday Song
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