Paroles de Sunday Feels Like Goodbye
Under the weightThat comes on with the dusk
Something is wrong, but I can't say what
Curling up on the bed
That you blessed with your head
It's all I can do to rest my eyes
Sunday feels like goodbye
And it comes on
Like it's collecting bills
You drive away
So the world is dark and frozen
And I'm stopped like I forgot how to live
God did nothing on a Sunday, so they say
And I don't blame him
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