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It's not the monster track or nothin', just what happens when you play Wasted inside out and backwards.
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Lyrics
The Storm, she waits so patiently
In the halll outside my door.
Time was, she'd be dancin' round
She doesn't do that any more.
The paper says it looks like rain
But I don't think we'll heed the warning.
For many years we've always gone
For a walk on Sunday morning
Later on, there'll be many things
No avoiding life's distractions
Everyone wants to rule your world
According to their satisfactions
We take our time, we go our way
We don't feel much like conforming
The world stands still
When we make the time
For a walk on Sunday morning.
In the halll outside my door.
Time was, she'd be dancin' round
She doesn't do that any more.
The paper says it looks like rain
But I don't think we'll heed the warning.
For many years we've always gone
For a walk on Sunday morning
Later on, there'll be many things
No avoiding life's distractions
Everyone wants to rule your world
According to their satisfactions
We take our time, we go our way
We don't feel much like conforming
The world stands still
When we make the time
For a walk on Sunday morning.
Very good guitar work and vocals and overall production.
The only quibble I have is that the drums get a little
monotonous over the course of the tune.