Artist/Band:
The Pretenders
Lyrics for Song: Everyday Is Like Sunday
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - The Pretenders
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town that they forgot to close down
Armageddon, come Armageddon
Come Armageddon, come
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town that they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come nuclear bomb
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands and on your face
On your face
On your face
On your face
Everyday is like Sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some gris tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is like Sunday
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