Come Sunday, she'll be gone again,
And leave everything behind.
And I'll be moving on again,
Gotta keep her off my mind.
Come Sunday, I'll be going back again,
Moving forward with the times.
Think I'm losing track again,
As I'm walking down the line.
'Cause I'm waiting. For You.
It's fading to black.
Yes, I'm falling. Backwards.
Calling your name, but you don't...
Answer back.
Come Sunday, baby, I'll be lost again.
Yes, you'll still be in my thoughts.
And I'll pay back the cost again,
Can't win all the fights you've fought.
Come Tomorrow, I'll be fine again,
Turn my heart back into stone.
Someday, I'll make you mine again.
Yeah, I'll make it on my own.
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