Slowly runs the lazy river And in it I pitched all my dreams And all the things I ever wanted And watched them heading slowly downstream For I have learned that such things fade Like photographs and family holidays And every Monday is Goodbye Sunday
I guess you'd like me to throw away That box of diaries and old letters For they do nothing But feed my memory But really you should know me better For I am too fond of the past But I think I am learning at last That every Monday is Goodbye Sunday
Yes it's true that I cling to things That I should leave behind As if those were the goldens days Well, I just hope that you really don't mind
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