Then Comes Sunday
The only thing that gets me through the day is knowing that when the weekend comes around its all going down.
Down to those bumpy dirt roads we have tore up,
Down to the campsite to build a fire and relax,
Back down to the basics of me and my soldier!
Like you never had to leave, Like we never got torn apart.
I fell inlove the last 6 months with you, i know you feel the same.
So thats why i hold on to thoughts of you back in my arms.
Like you will never leave again,
Im happy and content with what we have in that moment,
You promise you will never go away.
Then comes sunday.
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