Youre like poison
You smile at me
Talk of love.
he will forgive me
If I confess.

Your dark sunday
You lied to me
And so i
Replaced god
With a picture of my car.

I dont like this
I dont like this.

Im on the e kick
So heavens in my head
Im in outland
Shame on me.

I want pictures
People come, people go
Dyou think god
Will forgive me soon?

You wont like this
You wont like this.

Rip it up
Rip it into pieces
Rip it up
Rip it for good.

Touch me, touch me.

He wont like this
He wont like this

he wont touch me
I cant dance and I cant sing
Im not stone shape
But time runs out.

I dont like this
All I see is cold and hard
All I can do now
Is break the word

I dont like this
I dont like this.

he will love me?
Well thank him
For nothing.
I need that like
I need a disease.

So pray for me.
I dont mind
I dont care.
Ive found love
Its an american machine.

I dont like this
I dont like this.
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Dark Sunday Lyrics

Gary Numan – Dark Sunday Lyrics

Songwriters: Gary Anthony Webb, Gary Anthony James Webb
Dark Sunday lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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