Sunday's Best - Red Herring lyrics

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Sunday's Best - Red Herring lyrics

A pictured life with framed to keep but still he needs. Can he talk a good game? It's all done wrong--he's still the same. The roundabout vagueness plague; guitar-driven moods he displays. Play the chord, hear the ring, it's all the rage--it's still the same. Today is the day, marked for life. Here in which we shine so bright.