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God Made Me - The Sundays



     
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Looking for an insult
There's a trickle in my head
Seeing it's worth
The effort I forgive myselfTalks that we had
Talks that we had
Are becoming a blur
If only I could love my neighborWaiting here for the next time
With a bottle in my hand
Doing it for the exercise
I forget myselfAnd the face that you had
Face that you had
Is becoming a blur
But how was I supposed to know that?Because God made me
That's all they told me before
And how about you?And it's off to work we go
Now you can forget
About a labor of love
It just won't wash anymoreAnd we'd love to be good

Love to be good
But we'd rather be bad
But how was I supposed to know that?Because God made me
That's all they told me before
And how about you?Because God made people
That was the luck of the draw
We do what we wantGod made me
That's what they told me before
Who knows what they'll say today?Because God made me for his sins
Imagine my eyes when I first saw
We can do what we wantHow could I know?
How could I know about it?

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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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