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
acoustic rhythm piano
extensive vamping
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
major key tonality
a prominent accordion part
a prominent mandolin 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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Songwriters: Daniel Layus, Jared Palomar, Josiah Rozencwajg, Justin South
And we never ever seem alive
I could swear I'm sleeping less and less
But I won't, no I won't, no I won't
Don't go back, you don't go back
She's already out of here
Publishers: AUGUSTANA MUSIC INC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.
When she's turning over Friday
Well I'm already out the door
I wonder why you never cry
I'm already gone away
Don't go back, you don't go back
And California's on her mind
When she's sleeping on the sofa
And I think about you all the time
Already gone away
Already gone away, away
She's already gone away
But I won't, no I won't, no I won't
But we always seem to feel alright
She's already out of here
I guess it might as well
When she's lying in her Sunday best