Vanguart - Perfect Sunday lyrics
[Vanguart - Perfect Sunday lyrics]
How I miss that perfect Sunday
How I miss that golden day
With our rifles in our hands
With those feelings in our heads
After every shot didn't matter where it was
We'd reborn after the last shot
Everything would stop to make sense?
How I miss that perfect Sunday
How I miss that golden day
With our rifles in our hands
With those feelings in our heads
After every shot didn't matter where it was
We'd reborn after the last shot
Everything would stop to make sense?
How I miss that perfect Sunday
How I miss that perfect Sunday
How I miss that golden day
With our rifles in our hands
With those feelings in our heads
After every shot didn't matter where it was
We'd reborn after the last shot
Everything would stop to make sense?
How I miss that perfect Sunday
How I miss that golden day
With our rifles in our hands
With those feelings in our heads
After every shot didn't matter where it was
We'd reborn after the last shot
Everything would stop to make sense?
How I miss that perfect Sunday
How I miss that perfect Sunday
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