On Sunday
We go round the the Irish pub
Where we once laughed and
I took your hand round mine
You looked in a way so different
Though I didn't think I would like It
I did
Though we both
Know which way it will go
Though we don't want to know
'Cus it'll spoil the fun
But on Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
We go round the the Irish pub
Where we once laughed and
I took your hand round mine
Was a city of broken lives
Friends, Jobs and People
With no time
But On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
We go round to the Irish pub
Where we once laughed
And I took your hand round mine
All my friends are slowly drinking
Wasting all their time
All my friends are slowly drinking
Wasting away their life
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
We go round to the Irish pub
Where we once laughed
And I took your hand round mine
Elliot Booth - Sunday Lyrics
Elliot Booth - Sunday Lyrics
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On Sunday
We go round the the Irish pub
Where we once laughed and
I took your hand round mine
You looked in a way so different
Though I didn't think I would like It
I did
Though we both
Know which way it will go
Though we don't want to know
'Cus it'll spoil the fun
But on Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
We go round the the Irish pub
Where we once laughed and
I took your hand round mine
Was a city of broken lives
Friends, Jobs and People
With no time
But On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
We go round to the Irish pub
Where we once laughed
And I took your hand round mine
All my friends are slowly drinking
Wasting all their time
All my friends are slowly drinking
Wasting away their life
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
We go round to the Irish pub
Where we once laughed
And I took your hand round mine
We go round the the Irish pub
Where we once laughed and
I took your hand round mine
You looked in a way so different
Though I didn't think I would like It
I did
Though we both
Know which way it will go
Though we don't want to know
'Cus it'll spoil the fun
But on Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
We go round the the Irish pub
Where we once laughed and
I took your hand round mine
Was a city of broken lives
Friends, Jobs and People
With no time
But On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
We go round to the Irish pub
Where we once laughed
And I took your hand round mine
All my friends are slowly drinking
Wasting all their time
All my friends are slowly drinking
Wasting away their life
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
On Sunday
We go round to the Irish pub
Where we once laughed
And I took your hand round mine
Writer: Elliot Booth
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid