"Sunday" as written by Carole Miller and Martin Edward Somberg....
It was Sunday, a weary Sunday
A loaded man
Lost hope in every lesson
Lost hope in every hand

I was only listening
With my weapons on
Oh god who art in heaven
Won't you bury me again

It was Sunday, a weary Sunday
A bastard man
Took my throat and honey with him
Took everything and the can

I was falling into it
Let me learn how to fight
Lost hope and all protection
Lost everything that night


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"Sunday" as written by Bennie Krueger Chester Conn

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