Sunday is Gloomy,
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My hours are slumberless,
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Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
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Little white flowers will never awaken you
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Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
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Angels have no thought of ever returning you
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Would they be angry if I thought of joining you
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Gloomy Sunday
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Sunday is gloomy
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with shadows I spend it all
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My heart and I have decided to end it all
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Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad,
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I know, let them not weep,
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Let them know that I'm glad to go
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Death is no dream,
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For in death I'm caressing you
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With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
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Gloomy Sunday
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Dreaming
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I was only dreaming
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I wake and I find you
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Asleep in the deep of
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My heart
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Dear
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Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
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My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
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Gloomy Sunday
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Gloomy Sunday
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Sarah McLachlan |