Sunday Song

The Icicles

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The Icicles - Sunday Song
heavy heart on a sunday morning
the winds are blowing i can feel the warning
leaves are changing there's a chill in my soul
it's time to pack my bags, i'm ready to go now
a hundred winters, keeps getting harder
my heart is heavy as the sky gets darker
i know i've got to get out of this madness
too many days overcome by sadness
heavy heart on a sunday morning
feeling so alone, i've fot no one to talk to
another day and i'm missing you
you were the only one who could ever break through
heavy heart on a sunday morning
hoping that the sun can brighten my soul
cause there's not much light left in me
the sun's the only thing that can help me to breath