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I'll leave headfirst This party's lost its sense of occasion From bad to worse This time I'm beyond persuasion I'm one of those Sunday drivers But I'm starting to lose control I'm running from your arrival Not ready yet - ready yet Another face you don't recognise somehow I don't expect you to understand But I can see it written on your eyebrows You wouldn't even wanna shake my hand Misunderstood By the people who should know you better They say you should you should A pack of fat thick-necked tailgaters I'm one of those Sunday drivers But I'm starting to lose control I'm running from your arrival Not ready yet - ready yet Another face you don't recognise somehow Letras de cancionesI don't expect you to understand But I can see it written on your eyebrows You wouldn't even wanna shake my hand Shake down You gonna break down I'm one of those Sunday drivers But I'm starting to lose control I'm running from your arrival Like an idiot..idiot...idiot From Letras Mania