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Sunday Regret
The room has a morning darknesss to it
I guess a shade is broken
The twin is in the corner
And mistakes are spelled out on the floor
I'm full of sunday regret
The room has a morning darknesss to it
I guess a shade is broken
The twin is in the corner
And mistakes are spelled out on the floor
I'm full of sunday regret
I used to have those Sunday
I used to have those Sunday regrets all the time, before 1994. Even now, twenty-two years later, the very memory is still intense enought to make me shuddder.
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