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Текст песни Whiskey Sunday

Looks like another whiskey Sunday
Coming my way
Sunday used to be our day
When we'd lie in bed
And make love endlessly
Now you're gone
And I'm here alone
Holding on to our laughs and our cries
All our tears and good times
All this pain that I feel tears me up down inside
I can't face one more day
Missing you this way
Wishing you walked through that door

Looks like another whiskey Sunday
Coming my way
I'm sitting all alone in the pouring rain
I've been filling up my glass
'Cause it's the only thing that gets me past the thought
That you ain't coming back

Sunday was the day you walked away
The day that I lost everything
You took my heart
Tore it apart
And let me holding on
To our laughs and our cries
All our tears and good times

All this pain that I feel tears me up down inside
I can't face one more day
Missing you this way
Wishing you walked through that door

Looks like another whiskey Sunday
Coming my way
I'm sitting all alone in the pouring rain
I've been filling up my glass
'Cause it's the only thing that gets me past the thought
That you ain't coming back

I pretend that I'm over
I act a part all way through
And then I reach the day
It's deja vu

Looks like another whiskey Sunday
Coming my way
I'm sitting all alone in the pouring rain
I've been filling up my glass
'Cause it's the only thing that gets me past the thought
That you ain't coming back

Looks like another whiskey Sunday
Looks like another whiskey Sunday