Sunday Best
Lyrics
When she's sleeping on the sofa
When she's lying in her Sunday best
When she's turning over Friday
I could swear I'm sleeping less and less
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When she's sleeping on the sofa
When she's lying in her Sunday best
When she's turning over Friday
I could swear I'm sleeping less and less
full lyrics...
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Features Of This Song
basic rock song structures
a subtle use of vocal harmony
mild rhythmic syncopation
varying tempo and time signatures
repetitive melodic phrasing
extensive vamping
acoustic rhythm piano
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
major key tonality
a prominent mandolin part
a prominent accordion part
acoustic rhythm guitars
prominent organ

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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When she's turning over Friday
I'm already out of here
And we never ever seem alive
I wonder what you're doin'
'Cause she's already out the door
Already gone away, away
Songwriters: Daniel Layus, Jared Palomar, Josiah Rozencwajg, Justin South
And California's on her mind
I've already gone away
I guess it might as well
She's already gone away
But I won't, no I won't, no I won't
I'm already gone away
Don't go back, you don't go back
I sung about you once now
Don't go back, you don't go back
Well I'm already out the door
Already gone away
When she's sleeping on the sofa
When I'm coming over Sunday
She's already out of here
Don't go back, you don't go back
Los Angeles is tired
She's already out of here
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Publishers: AUGUSTANA MUSIC INC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.
'Cause I'm already out the door
I wonder why you never cry
And I think about you all the time
When she's lying in her Sunday best
When Boston's always raining
I could swear I'm sleeping less and less
When the ocean's getting warmer
But I won't, no I won't, no I won't
But we always seem to feel alright