Everyday feels like Sunday baby, everyday feels so good.
Everyday feels like Sunday baby, everyday feels so good.
I'm further and further away from the fall everyday.
And for years I bowed; I could not sleep so very well.
Even standing up I crawled, yet there is a softness, I can tell.
I'm electric now from the pure brilliant sparks you shot.
Like a little man, all I can say is thanks a lot
Ah, I must destroy this artificial darkness.
That's how it seems to me to be, art artificial now 'cause
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