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David Gates - Sunday Rider lyrics
Sunday riders-ridin' out along the highway Sunday gliders-glidin' up along the skyway Some must fly and some must speed To satisfy the human need Paper dresses-wear them once and throw away Plastic flowers-try to smell them anyway No matter what the future brings Nothin's like the real things Sunday lovers-sneakin' in forsaken places Under covers-so's to hide the guilty faces Take my wife and take my pay But don't take my Sunday lady from me. |
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