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last november - sunday afternoon lyrics

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there’s a symphony playing in the alley for free,
i hear the timpani splashing in the puddles down the streets.
and there’s a man sleeping in some garbage, he doesn’t even make a sound,
he’s undisturbed, they go unheard, but he’ll be dead before he’s found.

oh there’s a genius playing folk songs sitting out underneath a tree,
he’s writing about politics and making history.
he plans to send a letter to his sister out in l.a.
but she’s so busy memorizing lines for a role she’s gonna play.

ch: there’s a violin singing my name somewhere,
and i hear a piano that’s slightly out of tune.
oh and i swear, and i swear, and i swear, i can smell apple pie,
oh it must be a sunday afternoon.

there’s a coroner crawling in the shadows of the morgue,
he saw the ghost of elvis sneaking out through the back door.
a politician is keeping all the money he’s got right up his nose,
while he’s fighting the war against drugs you know.

ch: there’s a violin singing my name somewhere,
and i hear a piano that’s slightly out of tune.
oh and i swear, and i swear, and i swear, i can smell pumpkin pie,
oh it must be a sunday afternoon.

- last november lyrics

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