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Вершы: Everyday Sunday. This Time.

Everything is coming down
And I can??° find my way around this town anymore.
So I walked out the door and waited for you to come.
But I couldn??° figure out what it was for.
So now I??¦ looking out still waiting for you to come,
and it seems like I can??° do anything to help you.
But I??¦ doing it all wrong.
I don??° wanna be here anymore,
but I can??° do it for you that??? not what it??? for.
And I don??° wanna look at the stars one more time,
and I think I can do it and I???l be fine.
I said I??¦ not giving it to you this time It??? for God,
nothing more, and I think I???l be fine.
You tied these strings around me

and choked me up to where I couldn??° feel anything, and I just wanna move.
I can??° sit here anymore,
I??¦ so sick of the floor, there??? just something more.
He??? going back there, back where,
everyone??? got a line, but if there??? no love I don??° want it this time.
I don??° wanna fight it anymore, so here I am, and I??¦ not yours.
I said I don??° wanna do it for you this time.