Open up my eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling
Where’s my fucking shoes
I kinda know this feeling
Where am I at
Where am I heading
I don’t know her, hope she don’t want a wedding
I close the door
Quiet – hope I don’t wake her up
Do I need to call a cab or can I find a bus stop
Maybe take a walk it’s such a nice Sunday morning
Is this my life
Is this my last warning
Who’s that girl sitting at the stop?
She looks so fine
Who’s that girl sitting at the stop?
Gonna make her mine
It’s a sad life, it’s a sad story
All alone on a Sunday
Couples hanging out, spending time together
All alone on a Sunday
Thinking about her at work all week
Hope I get to know her, started feeling weak
People talking about you like you were a freak
But in my eyes you are unique
First Sunday in a long, long time
I thought I wasn’t alone
First Sunday in a long long time
Hell I’m all alone
It’s a sad life, it’s a sad story
All alone on a Sunday
Couples hanging out, spending time together
All alone on a Sunday
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Lyrics submitted by Toxic Lab Rats.