Cold Sunday Morning
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A cloudy, cold, Sunday morning, The night has gone today is boring Thinking ’bout the last few words The words you said that did me hurt. And again The pain is fillin' up my head, I must constrain, You're burnin' me to dead, I can't avoid, That your eyes will kill me slow, And you know, It’s time for you to GO! For you to GO! Was it such a big mistake? Could it be your love was fake? Has it been just my own fault? Why gave you back the ring of gold! And again The pain is fillin' up my head, I must constrain, You're burnin' me to dead, I can't avoid, That your eyes will kill me slow, And you know, It’s time for you to GO! For you to GO! Don't give it me I don't want it back, Do you think it will get the next? To remember you when she puts on The ring I got, when you have gone! |
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