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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But Esperanto's out of date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 Sundays, 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
