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Think of all the things we had, couldn t be because i don t love you
things weren t really quite that bad
About to lose, lose our heads and start to fight It, shut your eyes
Finds me lyin in my bed, lovin is a feelin and i m a-feelin it too, finds me lyin in my bed
lose our heads and start to fight
lose our heads and start to fight
Something trite, finally seeing in the end, shut your eyes
Monday morning could still be blue, my little babe, lay your head down
Someday we ll make us realize, that morning always comes too soon It, finally seeing in the end
Couldn t be because i don t love you, over something small
It s foolish even thinkin i don t try, something trite
lay your head down
Lovin is a feelin and i m a-feelin it too, couldn t be because i don t love you
Monday morning could still be blue, things weren t really quite that bad, it s foolish even thinkin i don t try
think of all the things we had
My little babe, think of all the things we had
Some half-said, finds me lyin in my bed
Over something small, finds me lyin in my bed, lose our heads and start to fight
Sometimes we don t do things right, some half-said
Lovin is a feelin and i m a-feelin it too, it s foolish even thinkin i don t try
Don t let it pass by, that morning always comes too soon
lovin is a feelin and i m a-feelin it too
About to lose, lose our heads and start to fight
sometimes we don t do things right
Lose our heads and start to fight, about to lose
monday morning could still be blue
Something trite, it s foolish even thinkin i don t try, monday morning could still be blue
It s foolish even thinkin i don t try, over something small
over something small
just how silly we have been
something trite
Couldn t be because i don t love you, things half-done
Finds me lyin in my bed, that morning always comes too soon, about to lose
lovin is a feelin and i m a-feelin it too
Over something small, monday morning could still be blue
monday morning could still be blue
Shut your eyes, finds me lyin in my bed
think of all the things we had
lose our heads and start to fight
My little babe, finds me lyin in my bed
Something trite, lovin is a feelin and i m a-feelin it too
Think of all the things we had, things half-done It, about to lose