It's sunday morning
And it seems boring,
But now you came
Pouring in the pain.
It's the day of my life
you're spoiling for a fight.
I chase the mystery
Of your obituary.
And it seems boring,
But now you came
Pouring in the pain.
It's the day of my life
you're spoiling for a fight.
I chase the mystery
Of your obituary.
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