24 Hours - The Sundays
Written by：Harriet Whe/Harriet Wheeler
Few true cares have I
As the world turns round
I was blind but now I'm still blind
Too few cares have I
As the world turns sour
I was blind but now I'm still blind
I liked you for 24 hours
In your house
And when the time has come to live again
I shall
And I liked you for 24 hours in your house
And now the time has come to live again
I shall
I liked you but that was before
Why me
I never knew then and I don't know now
The things you do
All come back to you
That's why I hung back but I'll say what I like now
