Goodbye Sunday

Slowly runs the lazy river
 And in it I pitched all my dreams
 And all the things I ever wanted
 And watched them heading slowly downstream
 For I have learned that such things fade
 Like photographs and family holidays
 And every Monday is goodbye Sunday
 I guess you'd like me to throw away
 That box of diaries and old letters
 For they do nothing but feed my memories
 But really you should know me better
 For I am too fond of the past
 But I think I am learning at last
 That every Monday is goodbye Sunday
 
 That every Monday is goodbye Sunday
 Yes, it's true that I cling to things
 That I should leave behind
 As if those were the golden days
 Well, I just hope that you really don't mind
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 Slowly runs the lazy river
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 For I am too fond of the past
 But look I'm happy at last
 And every Monday is goodbye Sunday
 That every Monday is goodbye Sunday
 And every Monday is goodbye Sunday
 And every Monday is goodbye Sunday
 And every Monday is goodbye Sunday
 And every Monday is goodbye Sunday
 And every Monday is goodbye Sunday
 And every Monday is goodbye Sunday