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Sorry that I gave you all my Sundays Oblivious and blind believing everything you said All the things I never knew I wanted Chasing me and charming me and sleeping in my bed And I'm sorry that I gave you all my Sundays Sunday's never gonna be the same Carelessly I drew my own conclusions Missing pretty chances I was waiting for your call Foolishly seduced by our illusions The one who fit so perfectly did not exist at all So I'm sorry that I gave you all my Sundays Sunday's never gonna be the same Let you wrap your promises around me Suffocating, choking me in ways I can't explain Made you love the little things about me The very things you loved in me are the things you took away So I'm sorry that I left you in the morning But morning's never would've been the same And I'm sorry that I gave you all my Sundays Sunday's never gonna be the same From Letras Mania