Lyrics

So it's gonna be a Monday Your last day on this earth And it's true we gotta die someday I guess you lost your nerves And for everything there's a solution A service that is served You look so thin inside your woolen sweater I hope they give you something to feel better Let's go outside, and feel once more the weather We could hold hands and say nothing together You look so thin inside your woolen sweater I hope they give you something to feel better Something to feel better Your father made you kneel each Sunday A beating undeserved And even when your death is hours away You wonder what you're worth And all the pills you take Aid your confusion A service that is served You look so thin inside your woolen sweater I hope they give you something to feel better Let's go outside, and feel once more the weather We could hold hands and say nothing together You look so thin inside your woolen sweater I hope they give you something to feel better Something to feel better My great-grandfather broke your heart And you can't forgive him ever Haven't you tried to break the curse? I know you have You don't have to break your loved one's heart So they won't forget you ever Haven't you tried to break the curse? I think we all deserve much better
Writer(s): Daniela Weinmann, Mario Willms Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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