Текст: Jesse McCartney. Other. Fells Like Sunday.

The nights over, your fading
It always ends the same
Your heads on my shoulder
As we pull away

So many good times, you and I
It makes it so hard to say goodbye

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?Cause it always feels like Sunday
When I drive you home
Maybe we?ll be fine by Monday
But tonight, I?m alone
Baby when I can?t be with you
I still want you close
?Cause it always feels like Sunday
When you go, when you go

Your scent on my tee-shirt
It never seems to fade
An empty seat now,
Next to me but
The memory fills the space

Every moment you?re not here
Reminds me of how much I need you

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Go, Sunday
Go, Sunday
Go, Sunday

It feels like Sunday
It feels like Sunday

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(Thanks to Claudia for these lyrics)