on Sunday, I loved you
on Monday, you left me
you said all from your silence
you answered no words
on Sunday, all seemed fine
Monday you were gone
why do I start from here
why do I go from here
that sunday I loved you
this monday I still do
something's born meant to be
our love wasn't one of them
I come to terms with myself to you senselessly
how I wish it was that Sunday
and now it's just another day
that sunday I loved you
this monday I still do
something's born meant to be
our love wasn't one of them
I come to terms with myself to you senselessly
how I wish it was that Sunday
and now it's just another day
how I wish it was that Sunday
and now it's just another day
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