Paroles de Sundays

Maggie Walters

pochette album Sundays
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Sorry that i gave you all my sundays
Oblivious and blind believing everything you said

All the things i never knew i wanted
Chasing me and charming me and sleeping in my bed

And im sorry that i gave you all my sundays
Sundays never gonna be the same

Carelessly i drew my own conclusions
Missing pretty chances i was waiting for your call

Foolishly seduced by our illusions
The one who fit so perfectly did not exist at all

So im sorry that i gave you all my sundays
Sundays never gonna be the same

Let you wrap your promises around me
Suffocating, choking me in ways i cant explain

Made you love the little things about me
The very things you loved in me are the things you took away

So im sorry that i left you in the morning
But mornings never wouldve been the same

And im sorry that i gave you all my sundays
Sundays never gonna be the same

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