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Sunday is gloomy |
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My hours are slumberless |
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Dearest, the shadows |
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I live with are numberless |
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Little white flowers |
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Will never awaken you |
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Not where the black coach |
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Of sorrow has taken you |
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Angels have no thought |
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Of ever returning you |
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Would they be angry |
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If I thought of joining you? |
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Gloomy Sunday, gloomy Sunday |
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Gloomy Sunday |
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With shadows I spend it all |
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My heart and I |
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Have decided to end it all |
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Soon there'll be kindness |
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And prayers that are sad |
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I know, let them not weep |
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Let them know that I'm glad to go |
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Death is no dream |
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And in death I'm caressing you |
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With the last breath of my |
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Soul, I'll be blessing you |
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Gloomy Sunday, gloomy Sunday |
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Dreaming, I was only dreaming |
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I wake and I find you asleep |
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In the deep of my heart, dear |
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Darling, I hope that my dream |
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Never haunted you |
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My heart is telling you |
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How much I wanted you |
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Gloomy Sunday |
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Gloomy Sunday |
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Gloomy Sunday |
