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Goodbye Sunday

	作词 : Thorn, Watt
	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 memory
	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
	Yes it's true that I cling to things
	That I should leave behind
	As if those were the goldens days
	Well, I just hope that you really don't mind
	Slowly runs the lazy river
	Every Monday is Goodbye Sunday etc etc

	zuò cí : Thorn, Watt
	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 memory
	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
	Yes it' s true that I cling to things
	That I should leave behind
	As if those were the goldens days
	Well, I just hope that you really don' t mind
	Slowly runs the lazy river
	Every Monday is Goodbye Sunday etc etc