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The sun hangs over Sunday and I'm tangled in sheets it creeps between my eyelids seems the blinds sprung a leak pills crushed in wine are a headache sometimes but not 'til the feeling's worn off still the sun hangs over Sunday and I'm not getting up there's nothing like a beautiful morning no, there's nothing like a beautiful day no, there's nothing like a beautiful morning to make me hate the way I hate myself today the sun hangs over Sunday I pull the blankets over my head and it creeps between the stitches I melt like wax in my bed there was someone here last night before I closed my eyes she's just a scent on the sheets still the sun hangs over Sunday and I'm gettin' the fuck back to sleep the sun hangs over Sunday and I'm hungover as well the sun hangs over Sunday and I'm hungover as hell Aus Songtexte Mania