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i can't listen to those sunday (funday) mornings
oh, they remind me of the night you cried and cried
and your face was red and sore
and nothing i said was any help at all

i'd do anything to take that knife again
i can't listen to those sunday (funday) mornings   oh, they remind me of the night you cried and cried   and your face was red and sore   and nothing i said was any help at all      i'd do anything to take that knife again