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Sunday - The Moments, Robinson, Sylvia lyrics
They still held hands, for the world to see
She's thankful that she had him all those years
But she still has days, she can't hold back the tears
She misses their Monday night bowling league
When they'd wear their matching shirts
She misses their Wednesday night dinner out
As soon as he got home from work
Saturday morning, sleeping late, holdin' each other close
But she misses him on Sunday, the most
She sits alone, on that same old pew again
His tenor voice, still echoes now and then
Brings back all those memories, o' him there by her side
What she'd give, one more Sunday drive
She misses their Monday night bowling league
When they'd wear their matching shirts
She misses their Wednesday night dinner out
As soon as he got home from work
And Saturday morning sleeping late, holdin' each other close
But she misses him on Sunday, the most
But she misses him on Sunday, the most
They still held hands, for the world to see
She's thankful that she had him all those years
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