Sunday's Hit letra

My brain got used to being inactivated
She did the rest when she, saw i was hungry
I was the puppet that she´s always liked on her own.

Then i decided not to be operated
When i could see her face was wearing nothing
I did´nt mind what she was saying about me.

Two days on my bed, it´s the best plan that i´ve never had
I´ve got a new order, a new order, i´ve got a new order
And the first line is out of reach for you.

Second - Letras

• 17
• A Las 10
• Algo
• Behind The Pose
• Cómo Sería
• Different Levels
• Erased World
• Eterno Aspirante
• Fortune Day
• Her Diary
• Horas de Humo
• In My Life
• Invisible
• Línea Imaginaria
• Living In London
• Londres
• Más Suerte
• My Game Is Over
• My Little Girl
• Nada Te Dirige
• No Existen
• On An Island
• Palabras
• Para Bien o Para Mal
• Rincón Exquisito
• Rodamos
• Star Glasses
• Sunday's Hit
• Surrender
• Todas Las Cosas
• Useless Junk
• Watching The Moon
• Whisper It
• You Are a Short Song