Every day I wake up and itīs Sunday
Whateverīs in my head wonīt go away
The radio is playing all the usual
And whatīs a wonderwall anyway
Because my inside is outside
My right sideīs on the left side
īCos Iīm writing to reach you
But I might never reach you
I long to teach you about you
But thatīs not you
Itīs good to know that you are home for Christmas
Itīs good to know that you are doing well
Itīs good to know that you all know Iīm hurting
Itīs good to know Iīm feeling not so well
Because my inside is outside
My right sideīs on the left side
īCos Iīm writing to reach you
But I might never reach you
I long to teach you about you
But thatīs not you
Do you know itīs true
And that wonīt do
Maybe then tomorrow will be Monday
And whateverīs in my head should go away
Still the radio keeps playing all the usual
And whatīs a wonderwall anyway
Because my inside is outside
My right sideīs on the left side
īCos Iīm writing to reach you
But I might never reach you
I long to teach you about you
But thatīs not you
Do you know itīs true
And that wonīt do
You know itīs you
Iīm talking to
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