Sunday Lyrics - Pinegrove

i woke up it was saturday 

grey in the sky 

there's nothing more to say on that 

i got up got out of my bed 

stretched my arms wide 

it's time to let this fall from me 

it's time to let it fall: 

i move through & just as soon 

my clothes are catching on 

(my eyes closed, lost in my room) 

i move through & just assume 

my clothes are catching on thorns 

but I'm bringing them with me 

bringing them with me 

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call me on sunday 

call me! 

call me! 

call me on sunday 

i move through & just as soon 

my clothes are catching on 

i'll come through, i always do 

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when I'm movin i just assume 

my clothes are catching on thorns 

but i'm bringing them with me 

bringing them with me 

i never kept good touch 

but it's alright, you never expected much