Sunday Mornings, Elder Brother

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Four songs into the future--


Don't let the sun go down on your anger.
The longest day in history still had to end.
Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky
Cause you never miss the water until the well runs dry.

But I pay no attention to the things that out past the moon
Or anything I can't directly view,
But you were the exception that proved my rule.
Yeah, you were the exception that proved my rule.

You've got so many mountains and no one to trust,
And you've got lonely Sunday mornings and two inches of dust.
And you've got a lot of opinions you're stuck in between
And you've got some new tattoos, but you're still not sure what they mean.

So lay down in a bed made of books you haven't read 
And call me when you've caught your second wind

But I pay no attention to the things that hide out past the moon
Or anything I can't directly view.
But you were the exception that proved my rule.
Yeah, you were the exception that proved my rule.

Don't let the sun go down on your anger.
The longest day in history still had to end.
Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky.
Cause you never miss the water until the well runs dry.

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