Perfect Sunday

Perfect Sunday lyrics

GenreFolk
Duration2:46
Original languageEnglish
Views4K
Lyrics coordinates

Original lyrics

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how i miss that perfect sunday how i miss that golden days with our rifles on our hands with those feelings on our heads and after every shot didn't matter where it was we'd reborn and why after the last shot everything would stop to make sense ? how i miss that perfect sunday how i miss that perfect sunday..