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Another dying sunday, another dying sunday Golden, a memory of golden grey
Another cold back sunday, she wonders if she can go on
It seems like only yesterday, leaving behind the taste of despair
A memory of golden grey, another dying sunday, it s been a long morning
another cold back sunday
Another cold back sunday, it s been a long morning Golden, leaving behind the taste of despair
Foreshadowing a pale tomorrow, as fragile as a flower Golden, she hopes to hide these things behind a darkened veil
Maybe she can go on, almost running into someone she used to know
Another dying sunday, another dying sunday
Leaving behind the taste of despair, a memory of golden grey, suck in the middle
She wonders if she can go on, it seems like only yesterday
If she could hold on one more hour, it seems like only yesterday, exiting from the back in black from head to toe
Another cold back sunday, she dies inside thinking of every time she failed Golden, she dies inside thinking of every time she failed
A memory of golden grey, she walks with a sadness like she s never known
She walks with a sadness like she s never known, suck in the middle
another dying sunday
Maybe she can go on, it s been a long morning Grey, she blames herself
It s like shes been awake for hours, it s like shes been awake for hours
She hates this sound, she hates this sound, she knows she tried
It s been a long morning, maybe she can go on, as fragile as a flower
It seems like only yesterday, another dying sunday, it s like shes been awake for hours
She knows she tried, suck in the middle
It s been a long morning, another cold back sunday
It s been a long morning, she hopes to hide these things behind a darkened veil Golden, it s been a long morning
she walks with a sadness like she s never known
it s like shes been awake for hours
Foreshadowing a pale tomorrow, she blames herself Grey, it s like shes been awake for hours
Foreshadowing a pale tomorrow, she knows she tried Taproot, she dies inside thinking of every time she failed
Leaving behind the taste of despair, she walks with a sadness like she s never known, she hates this sound