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Titas
Sunday
Sunday
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
I go out there with nowhere to go
No © Seventh of September
Not All Souls' Day
Not Good Friday
Not another holiday
And before I forget where I am
And before I forget where I am
Where my head is
Everything is closed, everything is closed
Sunday is always like this and who isn't I'm used to
the day of rest, I didn't even need it that much
It's the day of rest, I didn't even need it that much
And before I confuse Sunday
And before I confuse Sunday
Sunday with Monday
CHORUS:
Sunday I want to see Sunday pass
Sunday I want to see Sunday end
Sunday I want to see Sunday pass
Sunday I want to see Sunday end
Everything is closed, everything is closed
Sunday is always like this and whoever is not used to it
is a day of rest, nor I needed it so much
It's a day of rest, I didn't even need it so much
And before I confuse Sunday
And before I confuse Sunday
Sunday with Monday
CHORUS
Until next Sunday
Until next Sunday