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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..
