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Sunday is gloomy |
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My hours are slumberless |
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Dearest, the shadows I live |
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With are numberless |
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Little white flowers |
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Will never awaken you |
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Not where the black coach |
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Of sorrow has taken you |
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Angels have no thoughts |
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Of ever returning you |
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Wouldn't they be angry |
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If I thought of joining you? |
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Gloomy Sunday |
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Gloomy is Sunday |
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With shadows I spend it all |
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My heart and I have |
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Decided to end it all |
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Soon there'll be candles and prayers |
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That are said I know |
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But let them not weep, let them know |
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That I'm glad to go |
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Death is no dream |
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For in death I'm caressin' you |
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With the last breath of my soul |
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I'll be blessin' you, gloomy Sunday |
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Dreaming |
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I was only dreaming |
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I wake and I find you asleep |
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In the deep of my heart here |
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Darling, I hope that my dream |
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Never haunted you |
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My heart is tellin' you |
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How much I wanted you |
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Gloomy Sunday |
