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Monday arrived exactly when she said she would Sent a wide-eyed sun to find some signs of life inside my bed Tuesday's on fire Pulled up the socks and watched the clock and swore that she would never follow suit I used to chase the hours, hour upon hour Craving merit, craving credit wishing I was only (owning?) you But suddenly I'm not so easily led Let the winds blow right over your head I'm in the mood for stories So let the days grow old Suddenly I'm not so easily led Let the winds blow right over your head I'm in the mood for stories So let the days grow old I'm a little English boy, Harry is my name In cold or sunny weather my work is still the same I'm civil and obliging to the passers-by Who hurry to be cozy home, this is what I cry Wednesday's just an open book But Thursday presses Friday Presses Saturday's pernicious lies Suddenly I'm not so easily led Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Let the winds blow right over your head I'm in the mood for stories Let the days grow old Suddenly I'm not so easily led Let the winds blow right over your head I'm in the mood for stories
Let the days grow old Let the days grow old
I'm in the mood for stories
Let the days grow old
Sunday's child knew everything I hoped to know Measures so unhurried When others run about, kept moving on Hour upon hour Craving merit, craving credit Wishing I was only (owning?) you Hour upon hour Craving merit, craving credit Wishing I was only new (?)
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