.Waiting Sunday, fall apart. Time for all your worries, worried heart. Weekends work begins, time is gone. What was gold, slipped our fingers, moved on. And I worry cause I think there's something wrong with me. Do you feel it? Feel the same? Taking back Sunday is all that we can do or remember days .
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