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Gather 'round, gather 'round

I’m feeling all dramatic

(alright)

This town’s got heartbreaks punched in walls

Rearrange, turn the page

This ain’t the way I’m used to

If only I could find the time

All of those reasons get me down

And all of those Sunday mornings

Alone in a box beside my perfect view

Yesterday’s black earl grey

Straight teeth and fine white leather

Long drives and songs from '99

Thrown away, grasp my chain

You occupy my daydreams

Who am I?

All of those reasons get me down

And all of those Sunday mornings

Alone in a box and singing dreadful tunes

(singing lullabies)

All of those midnight altercations

And all of those wish-I-would-have-done's

Remind me of why I’m crawling back to you

(singing lullabies)

You got me hooked on you

All of those reasons got me down

And all of those Sunday mornings

Alone in a box beside my perfect view

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