Sunday's Hit Letra

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Letra de Sunday's Hit
My brain got used to being inactivated
She did the rest when she, saw I was hungry
I was the puppet that she´s always liked on her own.

Then I decided not to be operated
When i could see her face was wearing nothing
I did´nt mind what she was saying about me.

Two days on my bed, it´s the best plan that I´ve never had
I´ve got a new order, a new order, I´ve got a new order
And the first line is out of reach for you.