Lyrics:
She always wakes up late on Sunday
She pours her coffee in a paper cup
She heads down to the corner where a man sells roses for a euro
She wonders if she’ll ever find him
She wonders if she’ll ever fall in love…
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this song is on a whole new level
i love this song, but, i cant be the inly one that thinks he…