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When I met you in the summer. To my heartbeat's sound. We fell in love. As the leaves turned brown. And we could be together baby. As long as skies are blue. You act so innocent now. But you lied so
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I know a girl from a lonely street,. Cold as ice cream, but still as sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide
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Great British summer. It's the Great British summer with you. . Fresh cut grass, one tall glass. On a Sunday afternoon. Sleeping in the sun. Turns out lobsters aren't just food. Pack your tent and
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cold. Love for all my life to have and to hold. Oh, and I wanna Sunday kind of love, oh yeah yeah yeah I dont wanna Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. Or Thursday, Friday or Saturday. Oh, nothing but
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good-bye. '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
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Summer, summer, summer time. Summer, summer, summer time. Summer, summer, summer time Well listen Summer time in the city. Now niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy
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Summer madness. Summer madness. . Summer madness. Summer madness. . Summer madness. Summer madness. . Summer madness. Summer madness
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floating by. But there's a teardrop in his eye One summer dream. One summer dream One summer dream. One summer dream One summer dream Deep waters flow out to the sea. Warm summer breeze blows endlessly
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-annotated" data-id="27465">Sunday, Bloody Sunday. Sunday, Bloody Sunday. Sunday, Bloody Sunday. . And the battle's just begun. There's many lost, but tell me who has won. The trench is dug within
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her last two dollars and she drops em in the plate It's Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America His back is out of kilter from sleeping on concrete. And hed like to have some breakfast but hed trade
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Mother doesn't go out any more. Just sits at home and rolls her * eyes. But every weekend through the door. Come words of wisdom from the world outside. . If you want to know about the
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Mother doesn't go out any more. Just sits at home and rolls her * eyes. But every weekend through the door. Come words of wisdom from the world outside. . If you want to know about the
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Bài hát Second Sunday - Jessica Andrews. Monday mornings are bittersweet. Just like the coffee in my cup. It's what you need but not enough. Here without warning another week. I'd rather crawl
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Summer madness. Summer madness. . Summer madness. Summer madness. . Summer madness. Summer madness. . Summer madness. Summer madness
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, lay as the sunlight was fading. Summer was fading away Now it has gone away. But like it was yesterday Ref. (That) I can remember. I still remember. When everyday was bright and golden. As the sun
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innocent now. But you lied so soon. When I met you in the summer. ♪. When I met you in the summer. ♪. Summer. ♪. When I met you in the summer. ♪. Summer. ♪. When I met you in the summer (summer). To my
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for fun You can always make a new excuse to cry. But you don't have to use it on yourself So why spend your sadness now?. Save it up for me on Sunday. And why is lonely all you have. When love is
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for fun You can always make a new excuse to cry. But you don't have to use it on yourself So why spend your sadness now?. Save it up for me on Sunday. And why is lonely all you have. When love is
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Bài hát Sunday Morning - Maroon 5. Sunday morning, rain is falling. Steal some covers, share some skin. Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable. You twist to fit the mold that I am in. But
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' like I want to smile. Weekday strings, tie me down. But this one day, baby, I can fly. I can fly. Time on my mind. Make the most of it. Just me and a Sunday sun. Liable to forget that Monday ever
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this hard to be alone. Please, come home!. Loverless nights, they seem so long. I know that I'll hold you someday. But till you come back where you belong. It's just another lonely Sunday. Is this the
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Mother doesn't go out any more. Just sits at home and rolls her * eyes. But every weekend through the door. Come words of wisdom from the world outside. . If you want to know about the
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Mother doesn't go out any more. Just sits at home and rolls her * eyes. But every weekend through the door. Come words of wisdom from the world outside. . If you want to know about the
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Hot summer streets. And the pavements are burning, I sit around. Trying to smile. But the air is so heavy and dry Strange voices are saying. What did they say. Things I can't understand. It's
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been pickin'. But I lit my first and watched a small kid. Cursin' at a can that he was kicking Then I crossed the empty street. And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken. And it took me
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When I met you in the summer. Took my heart a beat sound. We fell in love. As they leaves turned brown. And we could be together baby. Long the skies are blue. You act so innocent now. But you like
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long as skies are blue . You act so innocent now . But you lied so soon . When I met you in the summer . When I met you in the summer . To my heartbeat's sound . We fell in love . As the leaves turned
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When I met you in the summer. To my heartbeat sound. We fell in love. As the leaves turned brown. And we could be together baby. As long as skies are blue. You act so innocent now. But you lied so
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on to me. I'm falling, falling I would trade it all. For another day. Just to feel you and your warmth. But even pictures fade, Black Sunday. Still burns you in my thoughts I can't see at all
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sign. Bridal books, engagement rings. And other wicked little things Standing in your socks and vest. Better get it off your chest. Every day is just like the rest but Sunday's best Stylish slacks to
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Bài hát Sunday Morning . Ca sĩ No Doubt. Sappy pathetic little me. That was the girl I used to be. You had me on my knees. I'd trade you places any day. I'd never thought you could be that way. But
