Walked through the streets on my own Empty Sunday at dawn, six o'clock and you've gone Grey little square in the town Empty Sunday alone without you, where is home? I see your face, I see your smile, I see the eyes that used to cry I see the lips I used to kiss, I can't forget See you standing all alone, I see the things that I did wrong I see I didn't try enough to give you love Cold on the bench in the park Empty Sunday is here, empty day, empty year I see your face, I see your smile, I see the eyes that used to cry I see the lips I used to kiss, I can't forget See you standing all alone, I see the things that I did wrong I see I didn't try enough to give you love I see your face, I see your smile, I see the eyes that used to cry I see the lips I used to kiss, I can't forget See you standing all alone, I see the things that I did wrong I see I didn't try enough to give you love.
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