Perfect Day Songtext

Curt Smith

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Perfect Day Songtext
Black velvet Elvis is dead

Looks down his crown on the bed

As he's lead to the edge of town

September pardon the son

The hardest part is the one
That you hold in your hands dear



This is the perfect day to blow myself away

This is the perfect time

This is the perfect way and everyone will say

Hey it's a perfect day



Sunday kings out for a drive

I'm taking leaves from the fire

As the gold in his eyes screams
Forecast is lookout below

Slow dances crashes

And God only knows where he goes to



This is the perfect day



Hey it's a perfect day
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