Speak with your tongue tied,I know that you're tiredBut I just want to know,Where you want to go,I may be sad, But I'm not weak,This situation is bleakAnd you puffy eyes never lie,Your tears come from inside.
Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answerI guess that yesturday's not good enough for you,You know that I hate this song,You know that I hate this songBecause it was written for you
Drown your fears with meI'm feeling real sorryYour glossy eyes don't needThe sadness they have seenBut you're way too deep to swimBack up againBut somehow I can't findThe moment you said goodbye
Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answerI guess that yesturday's not good enough for you,You know that I hate this song,You know that I hate this songBecause it was written for you
This is becoming a problem I'm hurting it's unfairBut somehow your words,The way that I heard are haunting me,You're under my skinYou're breaking in,And the tasteless fights that filled our nightsAre starting to cave in,You're under my skinYou're breaking inAnd if Sundays what it takes to proveI have nothing else to loose
Until Sunday I'll be waiting for an answerI guess that yesturday's not good enough for you,You know that I hate this song,You know that I hate this songBecause it was written for you
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