Paroles de Sunday
it was sunday, a weary sundaya loaded man
lost hope in every lesson
lost hope in every hand
i was only listening
with my weapons on
oh god who art in heaven
won't you bury me again
it was Sunday, a weary sunday
a bastard man
took my throat and honey with him
took everything and the can
i was falling into it
let me learn how to fight
lost hope and all protection
lost everything that night
oh god who art in heaven
won't you bury me again
it was Sunday, a weary sunday
a bastard man
took my throat and honey with him
took everything and the can
i was falling into it
let me learn how to fight
lost hope and all protection
lost everything that night
MILLER, CAROLE / SOMBERG, MARTIN EDWARD
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