Slowly runs the
Lazy river,
And in it I pitched all my dreams,
And all the things I
Ever wanted,
And watched them eddy slowly downstream.
For I have learned that
Such things fade,
Like photographs and family holidays.
And every Monday is goodbye Sunday
I guess you'd like me
To throw away
That box of diaries and old letters.
For they do nothing
But feed my memories,
But really you should know me better.
For I am too fond
Of the past,
But I think I am learning at last
That every Monday is goodbye Sunday.
Yes it's true that I cling to things
That I should
Leave behind.
As if those were the goldens days, well
I just hope that
You really don't mind
(Slowly runs the lazy river)
For I am too fond
Of the past,
But look I'm happy at last!
And every Monday is goodbye Sunday
Every Monday is goodbye Sunday
(Slowly runs the lazy river,
And in it I've pitched all my dreams.)
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