Текст песни Mack Murphy & the Inmates — August

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Sunday's no more fun
Because it's getting cold
And ever since you're gone
Away
Sunday's no more fun
Gone are the days of old
We sit and wait for the one
That went away

Did you know there's yet another son?
And he's fighting ok
It's funny how life always finds
A way
It gives and it takes
But that fine man it stole
It gives and it takes
Away

And august comes
And you're not here
So we put on a smile
Say, we'll take it from here
You know that somehow
You will always be here
I know that somehow
You're with me

Sunday's no more fun
And now that summer's come
Did you know that mother cries a lot
These days?

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