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Carl Broemel
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Sunday Drivers
Lyricist:Carl Willard Broemel
Sunday drivers stole my keys Friendly fire tore my jeans Oh, what in the world is happening to me? Yeah, what in the world is happening to me?
I know you fall When you're trying to walk And I know your faults You're perfectly wrong
Television with rabbit ears Never really comes in clear Fair weather, whether any time of year Fair weather, whether any time of year
I know you fall When you're trying to walk And I know your faults You're perfectly wrong, oh
In your own, in your own In your own, in your own Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com In your own way In your own, in your own In your own, in your own In your own way
Method actors pour my drinks And tight rope walkers with two left feet Are fair weather, whether everyone you meet Are fair weather, whether everyone you meet
Are fair weather, whether everyone you meet Are fair weather, whether everyone you meet Are fair weather, whether everyone you meet Are fair weather, whether everyone you meet
Are fair weather, whether everyone you meet Are fair weather, whether everyone you meet Are fair weather, whether everyone you meet Are fair weather, whether everyone you meet
Are fair weather, whether everyone you meet
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