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Sunday Lyrics


Your vision's blurred, your mouth is dry
It is Sunday, just another Sunday
Your body aches, your conscience sleeps
It is Sunday, just another Sunday
You say you don't wanna feel this way
You don't wanna feel
You say you don't wanna feel this way
You don't wanna feel
Your knees are weak, your heart's on speed
It is Sunday, just another Sunday
Your senses lie, your temple speaks
It is Sunday, just another Sunday
You say you don't wanna feel this way
You don't wanna feel
You say you don't wanna feel this way
You don't wanna feel
I think I'm outta my mind sometimes maybe
Feel, feel

No room in my head cause it's filled with a boom
I think I'm outta my mind sometimes maybe
Feel, feel
No room in my head cause it's filled with a boom
It is Sunday, just another Sunday
[Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible]You say you don't wanna feel this way
You don't wanna feel
You say you don't wanna feel this way
You don't wanna feel
I think I'm outta my mind sometimes maybe
Feel, feel
No room in my head cause it's filled with a boom
I think I'm outta my mind sometimes maybe
Feel, feel
No room in my head cause it's filled with a boom

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Louis Jordan and His Tympany Five (formerly Louis Jordan & His Elks Rendez-Vous Band, 1938 to early-39), was a Harlem, NY, USA rhythm and blues / urban blues / jump blues / early rock n roll sextet, led by Jordan (saxes, vocals). The rest of the original line-up was: Courtney Williams (trumpet), Edwin Johnson (tenor sax - aka Lem Johnson), Clarence Johnson (piano), Charlie Drayton (bass) & Walter Martin (drums, inc' timpani - the band named after his enthusiastic use).

Read more about Louis Jordan and His Tympany Five on Last.fm.


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