It was a Sunday afternoon,
Waiting around,
Under the awning as it rained,
Looking to drown,
But life goes on and on,
And it goes on and on,
Until I noticed you had left,
Next to the stories,
I could hear footsteps in the street,
They were not yours,
But life goes on and on,
And it goes on and on,
Up and down cobble roads in town,
I walked alone,
Seeing your face from time to time,
Hurts to my bones,
But life goes on and on,
And it goes on and on.
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