| Sunday we fell in love
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| Monday it wasn’t enough
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| Tuesday I felt so small
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| Wednesday was the worst of them all
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| So Thursday I went to church
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| And Friday was just as worse
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| Saturday I took your name
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| Sunday, Sunday, I felt just the same
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| I said I felt just the same
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| The ghost, his son and his father too
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| Said he’ll spend the rest of my life with you
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| For a number one child to call our own
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| Who always gets to come back home
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| So take my home, we’ll stay on this goal
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| Of crossfires and crowns of thorn
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| The sun goes down and the rain will be ever more
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| But you and I, but you and I
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| We won’t bring more blood into this war
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| We won’t bring more blood into this war
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| Tell me why shouldn’t we sow our seeds?
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| For this love we share deserves a family tree
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| So I say it’s high time to give someone the best of you and me
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| And let the worst be
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| And let the worst be
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| When it comes our way at the end of the day
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| I’ll be on your side if you’ll be on mine
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| And together we will make this child tonight
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| Name this child tonight |