Most perfect Sunday for staying inside
Hope that the rain doesn't just blow away
I want to turn on the TV and hide.
Hearing the wind and the rain blow around
Watching the branches of trees as they bend
Feel like I'm deep in a cave underground
Nothing to fight for nothing to defend.
Put everything off until tomorrow
Nothing disturb me from nothing today
Hours to waste and minutes to borrow
No need for earnings, no debts to repay.
Perfect and raining with nothing to do
But think about love and living with you.
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