Month Of Sundays

I see wh're similar
 But I've never thought much about it
 
 'Cause I've got young Mystery
 And I couldn't live without her
 
 We're kind of sleeping when you laugh
 Say I'm cheapening your love
 But it's with young Mystery
 That I plan on setting free now
 She'd buzz a bell and run
 We'd skip and laugh
 I hold her hand
 She comes in a halo
 What she meant to me I couldn't see
 I-I see we're similar
 But I can't take it all from you
 Unless you want me to
 
 I'll take you away from this old horrible town
 And just maybe one day e'll want to come back
 And walk these streets
 Play buzz-a-bell and run
 We'd skip and laugh
 I'll hold her hand
 She comes in a halo
 What she meant to me I couldn't see
 Newer in a month of Sundays
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