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What am I gonna do on Sundays? You'd throw the curtain wide And I wouldn't mind, the sky of only clouds Sheltering in that subway With proper painful laugh And see how long we make a tenner last I'm gonna miss you Having something to say about everyone Ruining my joke coming up with a better one Leaving all this might be easier said than done It's a fight that you should have won You can keep the rain But let me have the Sundays That's something I can't bear lose No need to pretend That all we had was Sundays We had our share of Mondays too I thought you'd fight a little harder for me I thought you'd fight a little harder for me Tired on the train this morning Who am I gonna tell 'bout my day from hell? Who's gonna talk me down? I'll mostly miss the boring The walk from your house To that café you're always on about Too bad, couldn't see what you had in front of you I did what I had to do You can keep the rain But let me have the Sundays That's something I can't bear lose No need to pretend All we had was Sundays We had our share of Mondays too I thought you'd fight a little harder for me I thought you'd fight a little harder for me Mmm, fight a little harder for me I thought you'd fight a little harder for me
Writer(s): Francis Anthony White, Olivia Lauryn Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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