Текст: Texas. White On Blonde. Sunday Is The Saddest Day.

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Sunday is the saddest day
When we're apart everything I say
Gets in the way, gets into place
Of how I feel standing face to face

Sunday is the saddest day
All you want, all you breathe
You won't need to find another

Tell me what is wrong, tell me where we belong
And what we said, tell it's only in my head
Show me who's to blame show me we're the same
And where we go, show me something I don't know

Sunday is the saddest day
Don't give me legends, they're far too late
Your sweet crusader he got away
I know that's hard to take

Sunday is the saddest day
You don't want you don't need
Cause it's hard to pull together

Tell me what is wrong, tell me where we belong
And what we said, tell it's only in my head
Show me who's to blame show me we're the same
And where we go, show me something I don't know

Sunday is the saddest day
You pick apart everything I say
Sunday is the saddest day
All you want, all you breathe
You won't need to find another

Tell me what is wrong, tell me where we belong
And what we said, tell it's only in my head
Show me who's to blame show me we're the same
And where we go, yeah show me something I don't know
(repeat)