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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
54-40
54-40
Performer
Osborne
Osborne
Vocals
Phil Comparelli
Phil Comparelli
Guitar
Matt Johnson
Matt Johnson
Drums
Brad Merritt
Brad Merritt
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Osborne
Neil Osborne
Songwriter
Phil Comparelli
Phil Comparelli
Songwriter
Matt Johnson
Matt Johnson
Songwriter
Brad Merritt
Brad Merritt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Osborne
Osborne
Producer
Matt Johnson
Matt Johnson
Producer

Lyrics

It was a Sunday afternoon, kind of wet and cheerless And I didn't know what to do one time without you In every mess I find myself a friend Getting off on the wrong side again Am I part of your problem or on the side of solution And all the curses ever spoken raise the power of confusion I think I left my futures all behind Retreating through the loop holes in my mind Sunday girl she shook me up Sunday girl she freaked me out Sunday girl she woke me from my sleep And if a thousand slimy things can breathe, then why not me What begins as fear always ends in folly Last night I tasted life again Last night I won and lost a friend My island is so very peopled Like girls and roses they only last while they last
Writer(s): Matt Johnson, Phil Comparelli, Brad Merritt, Neil Osborne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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