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Don't Tell Your Mother - The Sundays



     
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Don't tell your mother about
Where you go when the lights are down
And don't tell your mother how
You're up to no good, nowhere to be foundWell, it's time to learn not to work so hard
Or not at allHow will we know when the end is nigh
On a day much as any other?
Run and play, while away the hours
And you know I would go if I could go
But I can't so, thank you all the same[Incomprehensible] to say I've turned away from it all
And don't think I'll be home for a while
'Cause who needs a mother to shout
When I'm doing very well by myselfHow will we know when the end is nigh
On a day much as any other?
Get out this house and while away the hours
[Incomprehensible] began well before the summer
And you know I would go if I could go
But I can't go nowWould go if I could go
But I don't know how

You're exactly like the others
Oh, no

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The Sundays were an influential british indie group of the late 1980s and 1990s. Singer Harriet Wheeler and guitarist David Gavurin formed the band in college at bristol, soon adding bassist Paul Brindley and drummer Patrick Hannan. Comparisons were drawn with original label-mates The Smiths, and bands such as Cocteau Twins, and 10,000 Maniacs. Their level of commercial success was almost unprecedented by an indie act when their first album 'Reading Writing and Arithmetic' (rough trade, 1989) debuted in the British charts at number 4...

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