Testo Fells Like Sunday

The nights over, your fading
It always ends the same
Your heads on my shoulder
As we pull away

So many good times, you and I
It makes it so hard to say goodbye
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'Cause it always feels like Sunday
When I drive you home
Maybe we'll be fine by Monday
But tonight, I'm alone
Baby when I can't be with you
I still want you close
'Cause it always feels like Sunday
When you go, when you go

Your scent on my tee-shirt
It never seems to fade
An empty seat now,
Next to me but
The memory fills the space
Every moment you're not here
Reminds me of how much I need you

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Go, Sunday
Go, Sunday
Go, Sunday

It feels like Sunday
It feels like Sunday

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