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Sunday Night
Jan Thomassen
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Sunday night, head on my pillow
Wondering how things got so out of hand
Drops of rain tap on my window
How I miss you, laying here in bed
The song you loved plays on the radio
And it makes the emptiness grow wild
The absence of your laughter
It's like white noise burning inside
You only know what you had when it's gone
And there is nothing left to feel anymore
Desperate times and desperate measures
When a man loses his treasures
And it's too late to repair
Another endless hour
There's no time for sleep, the night is long
An ocean of old memories
Floats between the walls and the thick dark
You only know what you had when it's gone
And there is nothing left to feel anymore
Desperate times and desperate measures
When a man loses his treasures
And it's too late to repair
You only know what you had when it's gone
And there is nothing left to feel anymore
Desperate times and desperate measures
When a man loses his treasures
And it's too late to repair
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