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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Surfing Magazines
The Surfing Magazines
Performer
David Tattersall
David Tattersall
Vocals
Charles Watson
Charles Watson
Vocals
Franic Rozycki
Franic Rozycki
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Tattersall
David Tattersall
Songwriter
Charles Watson
Charles Watson
Songwriter

Lyrics

The next time your dancing In a car park With your clothes in a ball At my feet And the wind comes ripping through the night Carrying voices from the street Don't you pretend that it meant nothing When the morning when you're crawling across my floor One of these days, baby One of these days, honey One of these days I just won't take it anymore Now when the telephone rings And I'm sleeping in the afternoon And I'm dreaming of a new song To sing in some new room Don't wake me up Don't wake me up Don't come knocking at my door One of these days, baby One of these days, honey One of these days I just won't take it anymore When the truth comes out In it's inevitable way And you are hiding in your bedroom Trying to avoid the day Don't defy my eyes With your ridiculous lies It's all too ugly to ignore It's all too ugly to ignore We've been down this road before and One of these days, baby One of these days, honey One of these days I just won't take it anymore.
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