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Everyday Is Like Sunday lyrics
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 gray
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 greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and gray
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on The Best of Morrissey
- 2 Suedehead
- 4 Glamorous Glue
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- Track 9 on Bona Drag
- 8 Hairdresser On Fire
- 10 He Knows I'd Love To See Him
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- Track 7 on Greatest Hits
- 6 That's How People Grow Up
- 8 Redondo Beach
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- Track 6 on Suedehead: The Best of Morrissey
- 5 Interlude
- 7 That's Entertainment
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- Track 3 on Viva Hate
- 2 Little Man, What Now?
- 4 Bengali in Platforms
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- Track 11 on Your Arsenal (Definitive Master) Disc 2
- 10 We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful
- 12 My Love Life
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- Track 1 on Everyday Is Like Sunday
- 2 Sister I'm A Poet
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- Track 11 on Your Arsenal Disc 2
- 10 We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful
- 12 My Love Life
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