Tell Me On A SundayMature

Tell me on a Sunday, 
When you walk away.
Don't want to feel your pain.

Don't write a letter or call me on the phone,
Need you to find your own way home.
To someone that isn't me.

Stop crying your heart out,
You'll be OK,
Sorry there is no other way.

Tell me on a Sunday,
When you find your way.
I know you'll do fine.

You can't blame me,
For wanting to send you on your way.
Hope it was right.

You'll be happier without me tonight.


 

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