Sundays

Don't listen to what everyone else says
Take your time, you're not their mess
Yeah you might not be at your best
But it's fine, I don't mind

Telling truths when you need to hear them
And be kind when that's what you'd prefer
Help out when you can't see a way out
Help you fight and let you know that

It won't always be this way
Mmm
You will get there some day
Babe
Feel the sun on your face
Visit Paris or Broadway
And chill out on Sundays

Please don't take this the wrong way
I'm on your side through the worst days
I just have to say I miss my best friend
Seeing her smile still I don't mind

Telling truths when you need to hear them
And be kind when that's what you'd prefer
Help out when you can't see a way out
Help you fight and let you know that

It won't always be this way
Mmm
You will get there some day
Babe
Feel the sun on your face
Visit Paris or Broadway
And chill out on Sundays

Stop just hold an a minute
This part is nearly finished
You'll get a fresh start

So count to ten take a deep breath
This is the only way
You'll ever find out that

It won't always be this way
Mmm
You will get there some day
Babe
Feel the sun on your face
Visit Paris or Broadway
And chill out on Sundays

It won't always be this way
Mmm
You will get there some day
Babe
Feel the sun on your face
Visit Paris or Broadway
And chill out on Sundays



Credits
Writer(s): Anna Hedenstrã–m
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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