Speak with your tongue tied, I know that youre tired
But I just want to know where you want to go
I may be sad but Im not weak, this situation is bleak
And your puffy eyes never lie, your tears come from inside
Until Sunday Ill be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesterdays not good enough for you
You know that I hate this song
You know that I hate this song because it was written for you
Drown your fears with me, Im feeling real sorry
Your glossy eyes dont need the sadness they have seen
But youre way too deep to swim back up again
But somehow I cant find the moment you said goodbye
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Until Sunday Ill be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesterdays not good enough for you
You know that I hate this song
You know that I hate this song because it was written for you
This is becoming a problem, Im hurting, it's unfair
But somehow your words, the way that I heard are haunting me
Youre under my skin, youre breaking in
And the tasteless fights that filled our nights are starting to cave in
Youre under my skin, youre breaking in
And if Sundays what it takes to prove I have nothing left to lose
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Until Sunday Ill be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesterdays not good enough for you
You know that I hate this song
You know that I hate this song because it was written for you
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