More Lyrics - The Sundays

Burning questions 

We are told they've gone out 

Time you learned your lesson 

We all know that 

Tell me boys are you out there? 

The flesh is weak & the mind slow 

By now, you could say there's a problem 

And it rained down on me 

And it seemed to get into me 

It poured down over me 

I'm wet through 

But I still want more 

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Peace, love now what? 

Don't go telling me you've had them 

O delighted, we all know 

We won't be alive any more and 

By now you could say there's a problem 

And it rained down on me 

And it seemed to get into me 

I'm soaked to my skin 

I'm wet through 

I really ought to be in 

Will you let me have a sign? 

And somebody ought to reply 

We'll take anything at all 

Understand me? 

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Fun times we have known 

That's what we're like 

We've just taken them all 

And I still don't remember how I got home 

Don't tell me where we're going 

Now I know we won't be alive any more