Sundays


We could sail away and go to nowhere special
Or we could fall apart, I'd love you just the same
Or we could stand around pretending we were strangers
I don't know, I'm always up to play the game

Cuz Sunday's make me feel so ordinary
But nothing makes me feel like you
And if your feeling sort of secondary
I can make it up to you

We could spend the night trying to remember
Or you could ask me cuz I will always know
You could ask me why I called you in the summer
Sun, will, go
The sun is always, always on my side

Chorus

I am always sort of sorry
I am always sort of scared
I am always so delusional I know
I never really thought you cared, yeah

Chorus Uno

Easy
Stay
Lucky
Sundays
It Aint That Much to Me
California
These Days
I Will Always Love You
Neverwill
APB
How I Feel
Flipside

Random Elizabeth (Bonus Track)



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