Sunday (Psychic Conversation #9) Lyrics

It's Sunday and I'm .. for all it's ..it's explosion to wealth you, you stand if it if fun..what she tells you she not.. ..the world whistling fine and in sun way your sun..

the strange world, yeah you wear it like a cloud Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com it's beautiful the system but it's tragedy to found when, when you look into her eyes you keep tell she's just.you despise and eyes of the world ..and then turn when the sun came