Texty: Moby. 18. Sunday (The Day Before My Birthday).

Sunday was a bright day yesterday
Dark cloud has come into the way

They sing to the darkest night
Long before

Why can't I face it
Am I too blind to see
Why did he go
Why did he leave me

Sunday was a bright day yesterday
Dark cloud has come into the way

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Why can't I face it
Am I too blind to see
Why did he go
Why did he leave me

Sunday was a bright day yesterday
Dark cloud has come into the way

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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