Olivia Grace - Sundays

On sunday, the tv would run all day
cs I'd watch the sun go down
I'd miss every word they'd say
Just wanted something on

I don't wanna be alone
But I don't wanna talk or have you here
Little things become a lot
Just like this whole year

I miss those Sundays
When the light would hit
Having nothing to do
Not doing any of this
Oooo, oooo

I miss those sundays
Staying in
Taking for granted that
It would stay the way it is
Oooo, oooo

It's funny, how life keeps going unplanned
Yeah, nothing stays still
I try to keep up
I feel myself fall
cnd then where do I go

I don't wanna be alone
But I don't wanna talk or have you here
Little things become a lot
Just like this whole year

I miss those sundays
When the light would hit
Having nothing to do
Not doing any of this
Oooo, oooo

I miss those Sundays
Staying in
Taking for granted
It would stay the way it is
Oooo, oooo

I miss those sundays
When the light would hit
Having nothing to do
Not doing any of this
Oooo, oooo

I miss those Sundays
Staying in
Taking for granted
It would stay the way it is
Oooo, oooo

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