[Verse 1: Mira Aroyo]
Obliterate the Sunday
You've been cherishing all week
Obliterate the Sunday
He's a pleasure you can keep
[Verse 2: Mira Aroyo]
Thought you'd learn Newspeak today
But Esperanto's out of date
It's just another Sunday
Now Top of the Pops is dead
[Interlude: Mira Aroyo]
And if the morning gets you down
And then the evening lets you down
Obliterating Sunday's fair play
[Verse 3: Mira Aroyo]
Obliterate the Sunday
Just keep your phone away
Exposing wrong intentions
Won't make it easier to wake
[Chorus 1: Mira Aroyo]
A season of illusions
A pocket full of doubts
A night of fading stars
And a legacy of clouds
Obliterate the Sunday
You've been cherishing all week
Obliterate the Sunday
He's a pleasure you can keep
[Verse 2: Mira Aroyo]
Thought you'd learn Newspeak today
But Esperanto's out of date
It's just another Sunday
Now Top of the Pops is dead
[Interlude: Mira Aroyo]
And if the morning gets you down
And then the evening lets you down
Obliterating Sunday's fair play
[Verse 3: Mira Aroyo]
Obliterate the Sunday
Just keep your phone away
Exposing wrong intentions
Won't make it easier to wake
[Chorus 1: Mira Aroyo]
A season of illusions
A pocket full of doubts
A night of fading stars
And a legacy of clouds
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