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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBlue Sunday
She took a rolled-up twentyOut of her pocketAnd paid for my cigarettesWe were friends at first sightIn the 7-Eleven lightShe said here let me cover itAnd I rode shotgun all that nightShe drove and never made a soundWhen I asked if there wasAnything wrongShe said nothin' worth talking aboutIt's a blue sundayDown the interstateIt's a blue sundayBlue with shades of grayHer back seat could have been a hotelI slept for a thousand yearsEvery now and then she'dLaugh out loud for no reasonI pretended not to hearAnd rolled my jacket up under my headAnd stretched my body outCouldn't be too far in frontOf her daddy's bloodhoundsBut I ain't gonna worry nowIt's a blue sundayDown the interstateIt's a blue sundayBlue with shades of grayYeah you know meWe've never met beforeIt's a blue sunday
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