"You can stay" you offer. And thats all i really wanted on sunday morning.
It's what makes this life worth living. Sunday morning, it gives me something
to believe in. Please, don't let me go. You're touch is simple, you're jaded, you're
sweet. I tried so hard to make you fall in love with me. You kiss my fingertips,
this is all i have. Do i really need to say anything back? Please don't break me,
you plead. You've already broken me by sunday morning is what makes this life
worth living. But nothing's ever permanent, no, nothing's ever permanent..
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