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Another Sunday for a weak end |
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Struck from the bed head first the arrow |
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Contact that carried further distance |
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Where were you when you were here |
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Some memories often not quite remembered |
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Some memories remain stains |
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Train track star love of golf club hunting |
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X marks the reason, X marks the reason |
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Sometimes the colors of my words |
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Upset the colors in your head |
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Every Sunday warning |
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Come back casa blanco |
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Winter was our killer.... everywhere |
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So long and lovely |
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Head for the comfort of your comfort |
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I don't believe, I still believe you |
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Held for the last time held long lasting |
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Until whether we were at all |
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Every Sunday warning |
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Come back casa blanco |
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Winter was our killer.... everywhere |
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So long and lovely |
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Every Sunday morning there's an early warning to the way we are |
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Every Sunday morning there's an early warning to the way we are |
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Used to talk for hours in the arctic showers of a driving rain |
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Almost lost control of medicative holds one winter wonder year |
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We could cut our eyes out |
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We could cut our eyes out |
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We could cut our eyes out |
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But through all the changes it's the end that made us made us what we are |
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So you say the feelings remain |
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Face the fall we fail just the same |
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This is how we fall this is how we fail |
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Every Sunday morning there's an early warning to the way we are |
