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