Lyrics: The Zutons. Who Killed The Zutons?. Not A Lot To Do.

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Sunday afternoon, not a lot to do
(think of all)
the places I could be, people I could meet
(life so small)
I?m watching drops of rain on my window pane
(empty streets)
And no-one knocks around no-one goes to town
(fall asleep)
I?m a-goin? out, sick of staying in
(liveing life)
With worries on my mind, waist away the time
(the time I was gifted)
Days that I was born closed up all the doors
(so restricted)
Put my life of shame, through the window pane
(now I?m blessed)
?Cos god created Sundays, so we could stay in
And watch the rain fall down
I lay on my bed, I feel all left out
I switch off my head
And I can live on my own and stay in all day
And watch the rain fall down
I lay on my bed, I feel all left out
I switch off my head