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Looking Pretty On A Sunday
PF (03/01/90 / Knebworth, Hertz)

Looking Pretty On A Sunday

Early evening the world collapsed
And the ground fell from beneath the sky
The sea blew sideways and rolled away
And the hazy sunrays crowded the shoreline
Not a soul for miles around
Footprints gently fading from the sand
Dust falling away
And pouring down the cliff
A warm summer breeze softly whipping the grass
And I'm sat
At the top of this precipice
Peace surrounding everything
And when the beach glowed orange
In an 8 o’ clock sun
And lit up my face
Through gaps in the clouds
I wish you could have seen me
Smiling
Looking pretty on a Sunday.

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