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Season Of Illusions

Obliterate the Sunday you've been cherishing all week

Obliterate the Sunday, he's a pleasure you can keep

I thought you'd let me speak today but Esperanto's out of date

It's just another Sunday, now 'Top of the Pops' is dead

And if the morning gets you down

And then the evening lets you down

Obliterate the Sunday's fair play

Obliterate the Sunday, just keep your phone awake

Supposing wrong intentions won't make it easier to wake

A season of illusions, a pocket full of doubts

A night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds

Obliterate the Sunday, the glass is out of reach

The heat was low, relief you'll find a palm tree in your sleep

You're hiding for months dodging the seas

You spent the day scheming, you're a Houdini

Train has pulled out, light has pulled in

A chance of escape come right up the street

Obliterate the Sunday you've been cherishing all week

Obliterate the Sunday, he's a pleasure you can keep

Season of illusions, pocket full of doubts

A night of fading stars and a legacy of clouds

If the morning gets you down

And then the evening lets you down

Obliterate the Sunday's fair play

Hiding for months dodging the seas

You spent the day scheming, you're a Houdini

Train has pulled out, light has pulled in

A chance of escape come right up the street

Hiding for months dodging the seas

You spent the day scheming, you're a Houdini

Train has pulled out, light has pulled in

A chance of escape come right up the street

Hiding for months dodging the seas

You spent the day scheming, you're a Houdini

Train has pulled out, light has pulled in

A chance of escape come right up the street

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