On Almost Any Sunday Morning

Counting Crows

Take a message 
To your head
Just stay beside her 
In the bed
You were so stupid
To believe in things 
You couldn't see
Then make them 
All you want

If you haven't 
Got the reasons
Just make up 
Any reasons
Then pick them 
'Til they're torn

Take it all away
You took your coat today
But they all 
Go back in the morning

Make a time 
To find your way
I got 
A little further today
Wash your eyes 
Clear of anything
Make them empty circles

Dress yourself 
In black or grey
I'm hungry 
Like a wild waif 
Or only child
This lithium 
Is heroin to me

It makes it all withdraw
All the anger and loss
But it all keeps 
Coming back 
In the morning

You keep yourself 
Too clean
You dig yourself 
A dream
That we won't be 
Coming home alone

Not this time (4x)
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