The Sundays - Blind

Goodbye

I vow that it's goodbye
I vow that it's goodbye and God bless
Why did you have to assume
We're exactly the same?
Oh, no, no
Talk about yourself, self, self

I vow that it's goodbye to the old ways
Those stories were a good read
They were dumb as well
I could never be seen
Falling down on my knees crawling
Oh, no, no
Talk about a sell, sell, sell

Oh, let the heavens shudder, baby
I belong to you
Oh, they said you get what you deserve
And all they said was true

So, is this what it's come to?
Am I cold or just a little bit warm?
Oh well, just give me an easy life and a peaceful death
Yeah, yeah

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Writer(s): Harriet Ella Wheeler, David Richard Gavurin
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