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Perfect Sunday

(Helio Flanders)

"perfect sunday"


how i miss that perfect sunday
how i miss that golden days
with our rifles on our hands
with those feelings on our heads

and after every shot
didn't matter where it was
we'd reborn

and why after the last shot
everything would stop
to make sense ?

how i miss that perfect sunday
how i miss that perfect sunday..
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