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The Sundays

Dig down to the earth here outside<br /> Lose my mind here any day now<br /> Don't be sad, we're only half way there<br /> O no, that's what I call home<br /> You remember the hills we slithered down<br /> "I'm not going anywhere"<br /> You liedHell on my own<br /> Hell here on my own<br /> And don't go imagining that time is medicine<br /> Mark those days & swallow your pills<br /> Proud of my wise head on young shoulders<br /> Too bad there was nothing there at allHell on my own<br /> Hell here on my ownAnd it was such a really cold hand<br /> I held as the wind sighed<br /> "I'm not going & how could I lie?"<br /> Just be glad there's no way back there<br /> I need another look at before<br /> Though heaven knows how I'd ever<br /> Make my way back thereAnd I need another look at before<br /> Although heaven knows how I'd ever<br /> Make my way back thereNow I know it's hopeless<br /> And I realize it's nowhere<br /> Hell here on my own<br /> <br /> Songwriters<br /> DAVID GAVURIN, HARRIET WHEELERPublished by<br /> Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>