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through
In a month of Sundays
Have you thought of me
Well, I’m just wondering
Baby, won’t you tell me please
What can I do
Part of me was always you
What

Half my heart is in this
The other half is gone
Out that door and down the road
It's been a month of Sundays since we
Sat down and talked about it

a facial 
Hit it from the front call it runway 
Now she hit my line every month, every Sunday
(But I told her)

All my women to the front (To the front) 
Men

of faith or fact
The bass is back, LaFontaine on track
Enough sun rays for a month of Sundays
One way or another, let the drums play
For all y'all getting

Alexandra
I heard a strange rumor
That you were thinking of leaving
No rhyme, no purpose, no reason
That we would know
Alexandra
It's been a month

fading lights dressing me dressing you though it's not true 
braking day darken me darken you
now it's not true 
just a month 
until Sunday
with all

Ugh yeah
Why these niggas mad
I ain't ever been a part of that
I been way too busy chasing bags
You ain't seen me in a
Month of Sundays I don't slack
I

I know you know what you know
but you should know by now that you're not me
Talk about a month of Sundays
Toffee nosed wet weekend as far as I can

souls and we get laid
It easier than selling out a month of Sundays

We are the modern art brigade
We do as we're told and we never fade
Makes you think

my baby, I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go
He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
Caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too

my baby, I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
Caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too

The stereo's on, and I sing along,
This sad lonely song...Tom Waits. Tom Waits for no one.

It's been a month ago Sunday since she said,
She needed some time

He told you lies about me
And stole your heart away
With teardrops in my eyes
I begged you please to stay

I cried a month of Sundays
But made it

You just wouldn't read about this sort of thing
Not in a month of Sundays
A little of something is a wonderful thing 
Bit too much will catch up with

to know
Morning glow

Its the funniest story, but its still not a joke
fell in love with you at the ABC store
4 months this Sunday, you’ll be in Berlin
2

through, if only he knew what to do 
And how to find the freedom that he knows awaits somewhere

It's been a month of Sundays he's been locked away inside

to the heavens and giving thanks

It's been raining for a month of Sundays
We're just looking for some dryer days
If we can make another 24 hours
Better weather is

man don't go to church
He ain't been in a month of Sundays 
He walk around in a haze, comes home in a daze 
Blame it all on the blue Monday

He was

so glad you've made another trip around the sun
Happy birthday, Birthday Girl

It's been a month of Sundays- let's put the cherry on top
Come

till I put my sock in
Hear the DJ, what did he say
Gonna rock a month of Sundays

That boy with his hair in a bun
Thinkin' he's number one
Just here

If you're saving up for one day

			When the planets all align,

			You may waste a month of Sundays,

			And you can't go back, Can't go back in time.

Brain fogged, pressurized, sucking the fug
Locked down a month of Sundays, fell asleep on the rug
As the world burns I’ve been chewing the cud
Sacked

It's been a month of Sundays
Since I kissed my baby goodbye
Now I'm drivin' down the interstate
With teardrops in my eyes
A song comes on the radio

and who I'm with
Niggas kill me with this shit
It's been a minute
And a month of Sundays
Since you been up in it
And now you want a taste
But I got