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Sundays weren't always this cruel (Sundays weren't always this cruel)
Your blade once sharpened my sword, turned to a duel
By Monday, you were slippin' away from me
Tuesday, the truth flickers on
Wednesday, whispers a war
Oh
Thursday mornin' I mourn
All the love
We both have torn
I don't know
What will come
Before the week is done
Friday the fights couldn't stop
Saturday was the saddest of all
(Yeah)
Fought for us with everything I had
Can't ignore the fact that it makes me sad
I see the color of a now forgotten dream
Sunset in the winter, pull you close to me
I see the colors, blur reality
Pull me from the truth, say it's not what it seems
We're for each other, slip through my hands
Like water out the ocean or, or a desert sand
I see the colors of midweek blues
Must be the summer or it's black and blue
I see the colors, bleed through the skin
Oh, is it really real?
Oh
Oh
