Goodbye Sunday
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Slowly runs the lazy river
And in it i pitched all my dreams
And all the things i ever wanted
And watched them heading slowly downstream
For i have learned that such things fade
Like photographs and family holidays
And every monday is goodbye sunday
I guess you'd like me to throw away
That box of diaries and old letters
For they do nothing
But feed my memory
But really you should know me better
For i am too fond of the past
But i think i am learning at last
That every monday is goodbye sunday
Yes it's true that i cling to things
That i should leave behind
As if those were the goldens days
Well, i just hope that you really don't mind
Slowly runs the lazy river
Every monday is goodbye sunday etc etc
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