15.As Night Is Falling
Lyricist：James Mark Hornsey, Alasdair David Mac Lean
Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song, then you smile
It's the kind of place where dizzy and awake, you face the night
And I stoop to touch the skin that only seems to be here in my
mind
And I see a stranger now playing games that break her heart
Oh, miss Jones, oh, miss Jones can't you see？
Oh, miss Jones, oh, miss Jones, it's me
I am in a dream and I don't know why
The sweetest pain that I, the sweetest pain that I, I, I
Sunday in the garden and my mind, oh, my mind
And my fever close my eyes till my dream enclose my mind
Oh, miss Jones, oh, miss Jones can't you see？
Oh, miss Jones, oh, miss Jones, it's me
Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song, then you smile
It's the kind of place where dizzy and awake, you face the night
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