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Too much rainy Sunday
Left me somewhere in between
The words I didn't mean
And you come back to haunt me

I was just a child
You told me so yourself
Oh, you were something else
I always will remember

But I didn't even cry
When they told me how you'd gone
Somehow life goes on
And all things must grow or die
Goodbye

Death became your lover
When life became too much
When I became your crutch
I became your cripple, too

The Doctor called it sorrow
And who could call it sin
If the needles and the pins
Hold you together

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