Ugly Sunday
I feel your blood run cold
And it's a rainy Sunday morning
I count the million miles I'm driftin'
From here, to hell
Today
Behind their windows people stare
Can't recognize the kindness there
Just prayers for drownin' ships at sea
None for me
And you
Why if all the world's stopped turnin'
How can all this rain keep fallin'
Washin' me a million miles away
From you
Lanegan/Johnson
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