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Speak with your tongue tied,
I know that you�re tired
But I just want to know,
Where you want to go,
I may be sad, But I�m not weak,
This situation is bleak
And you puffy eyes never lie,
Your tears come from inside.

Chorus:
Until Sunday I�ll be waiting for an answer
I guess that yesturday�s not good enough for you,
You know that I hate this song,
You know that I hate this song
Because it was written for you

Drown your fears with me
I�m feeling real sorry
Your glossy eyes don�t need
The sadness they have seen
But you�re way too deep to swim
Back up again
But somehow I can�t find
The moment you said goodbye

Chorus

This is becoming a problem I�m hurting it�s unfair
But somehow your words,
The way that I heard are haunting me,
You�re under my skin
You�re breaking in,
And the tasteless fights that filled our nights
Are starting to cave in,
You�re under my skin
You�re breaking in
And if Sundays what it takes to prove
I have nothing else to loose

Chorus

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