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Seeing those cracks on the roof where we all used to sit The only place where our lives wouldn’t slip And all those patterns we knew wouldn’t fit Stitching them up was a cheap trick When the sky is grey the ocean looks the same Break open the clouds and I’ll catch the rain We’re shouting out so we can be tamed A silver tongue says it in an eloquent way But I’m still Waking up on Sunday broke Another story got old Watching the same tv shows We’ll make it up as we go I don’t want this to end but it might Doesn’t mean I don’t want to get it right Simple brains with sleepless minds Playing their favourite tune every time While I’m still Waking up on Sunday broke Another story got old Watching the same tv shows We’ll make it up as we go SongtexteWe’ll make it up as we go Somehow we left it alone Kept our heads cool Without finding a wall To run my hands through Shaving off my hair too I’m still Waking up on Sunday broke Another story got old Watching the same tv shows We’ll make it up as we go I’m waking up on Sunday broke Another story untold Watching the same tv shows We’ll make it up as we go We’ll make it up as we go Aus Songtexte Mania