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Sunday Girl

Paints her sky light tangerine 
Maple laughter, evergreen 
Frustrated, it's only believing 
And she knows who mind she blows 

Come on Sunday girl 
You'll never change the world 
Leave it girl let's go 

Guess the flowers know her name 
Brightest angels placed to shame 
Must hate her, she had them believing 
And she goes wherever she blows 


Keeps me high on her shelf 
Treats me like no one else 
She wants me to fly 
But I fall, and I fall 
And I thought, I thought I had it all 


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