Вершы: Everyday Sunday. This Time.

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Everything is coming down And I can?t find my way around this town anymore. So I walked out the door and waited for you to come. But I couldn?t figure out what it was for. So now I?m looking out still waiting for you to come, and it seems like I can?t do anything to help you. But I?m doing it all wrong. I don?t wanna be here anymore, but I can?t do it for you that?s not what it?s for. And I don?t wanna look at the stars one more time, and I think I can do it and I?ll be fine. I said I?m not giving it to you this time It?s for God, nothing more, and I think I?ll be fine. You tied these strings around me and choked me up to where I couldn?t feel anything, and I just wanna move. I can?t sit here anymore, I?m so sick of the floor, there?s just something more. He?s going back there, back where, everyone?s got a line, but if there?s no love I don?t want it this time. I don?t wanna fight it anymore, so here I am, and I?m not yours. I said I don?t wanna do it for you this time.