Текст песни Sundays

Sorry that I gave you all my Sundays
Oblivious and blind believing everything you said

All the things I never knew I wanted
Chasing me and charming me and sleeping in my bed

And I'm sorry that I gave you all my Sundays
Sunday's never gonna be the same

Carelessly I drew my own conclusions
Missing pretty chances I was waiting for your call

Foolishly seduced by our illusions
The one who fit so perfectly did not exist at all
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So I'm sorry that I gave you all my Sundays

Sunday's never gonna be the same

Let you wrap your promises around me
Suffocating, choking me in ways I can't explain

Made you love the little things about me
The very things you loved in me are the things you took away

So I'm sorry that I left you in the morning
But morning's never would've been the same

And I'm sorry that I gave you all my Sundays
Sunday's never gonna be the same