Me and the boy with the aubergine hair
Travel the world with only three cares
One is of money, and two is of time
Three is the tragedy that you are not mine

Sundays, all of my demons rest
But today’s not a Sunday
Sundays, all of my demons rest
Rest, rest, rest, rest, rest

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