OUR SUNDAY AFFAIRS LYRICS

"Your Trip To Italy Was A Strange One But You Are Our Brother And It Will Be Ok"

Cut all the strings that tie you to Italy

Breadcrumb trails and untied shoes
Shortcuts home, we've no time to lose

Straighten your posture
Friendships we foster
With a cigarette in our pockets

This is all we have left
We'll keep on waiting for it
A place to call home
Without holding our breath

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