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Abandoned Pools - Sunny Day

Hiding inside a crowd, my head is inside a cloud.
Go where the music’s loud and all these talking heads are blurred in violet hues.

Another sunny day.

‘Doesn’t know wrong from right, she doesn’t know when to fight, she only knows that tonight there’s always someone out there — she’ll never be alone.

Another sunny day.
Come on, come on, get out.
Another sunny day.
Come on, come on, get out.
Another sunny day.

(You can serve God and man no more effectively than by getting rich.)

Get off the bathroom floor, Daddy’s not here anymore.
I’m showing you to a door; enough of always numb and always insecure.

Hiding inside a cloud, go where the music’s loud.
My head is inside a crowd, and all this talk of rock-stars really makes me sick.

Another sunny day.
Come on, come on, get out.
Another sunny day.
Come on, come on, get out.
Another sunny day.

These lyrics are by Abandoned Pools, from Sunny Day. Posted at 8:21pm on 20 June 2006.
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