Flexa Lyndo - probability (on a sunday morning) lyrics

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<b>probability (on a sunday morning)</b> by <i>Flexa Lyndo</i><br />Woke up at eleven, the sky was full of rain.

Called up BC7, had nothing to say.

There's too many bad times, there's too much in this life, but I cannot help myself.

"You're living but you're wrong".

I can't get up out of bed, but I can't get laid with you above my head saying "don't delay"

There's too many bad times, there's too much in this life.

Always hear voices in my headache :

"You're leaving but you're wrong".

"You're living but you're wrong".

"You're leaving but you're wrong".

I ran to the toilets, my questions went away.

Probability's instead, I'm gonna be ok.