Izaak Opatz - Sundays

I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday

Monday through Saturday
I get by just fine
Every other day of the week
I feel alright
I don't know why, I don't know why

I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday

Sunday's supposed to be the day
For kicking off your shoes
So how come that's the day
I always get the blues?
I don't know why, I don't know why

I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday

Ever since you had to go
I just carry on
But deep down inside I know
There's something wrong
I don't know why, I don't know why

I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday

Written by:
Lucinda Williams

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