Sunday is gloomy,
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My hours are slumberless
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Dear as the shadows
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I live with are numberless
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Little white flowers
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Will never awaken you
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Not where the black culture's
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Sorrow has taken you
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Angels have no thoughts
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Of ever returning you
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Wouldn't they be angry
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If I thought of joining you?
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Gloomy Sunday
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Gloomy Sunday,
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with shadows I spend it all
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My heart and I
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Have decided to end it all
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Soon there'll be candles
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And prayers that I say I know
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But let them not weep
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Let them know
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That I'm glad to go
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For death is no dream
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And in death I'm caressing you
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With the last
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Breath of my soul
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I'll be blessing you
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Gloomy Sunday
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Dreaming, I was only dreaming
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I awake and I find
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You asleep in the deep of my heart
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Deep
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Darling I hope
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That my dream never haunted you
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My heart is telling you
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How much I wanted you
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Gloomy Sunday
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Gloomy Sunday
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