Ekseption - On Sunday They Will Kill The World | Текст песни

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• On Sunday They Will Kill The World

On a Sunday they will kill the world
And on Monday they will cry and shout
Then on Tuesday they will just try out
What will happen to the burning crowd

And you hearing this song
You will smile, and think that Iіm wrong
Iіm a friend you killed in your mind
Iіm four kids and you didnіt find

On a Sunday they will kill the world
And on Monday they will cry and shout
Then on Tuesday they will just try out
What will happen to the burning crowd

On a Sunday they will kill the world
And on Monday they will cry and shout
Then on Tuesday they will just try out
What will happen to the burning crowd

And you will think of me
But Iіm gone and then Iіll see
In the sky for me sits one, too
What they did, some people like you

On a Sunday they will kill the world
And on Monday they will cry and shout
Then on Tuesday they will just try out
What will happen to the burning crowd