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Sunday
It’s Sunday
But why does it feel like a Monday?!
What is this little secret
you are trying to hide?
I can feel it inside
I can feel it inside
Am I dreaming or could it possibly be real?
My head is spinning, spinning around
My feet off the ground in this kind of situation
But it’s not my fault. It’s just my imagination
You won’t see my cry, oh why would you?
Now is the right time for me to take it!
You won’t believe what I found out, oh!
For the first time in my life
I don’t have to fake it!
It’s Sunday
But why does it feel like a Monday?!
I revealed your little secret
You were trying to hide
It is called love
Say thanks to my intuition!
The Red One:
