But Sundays coming
Sundays coming
They all sat down to share food eat
One was to leave early to betray him
Sundays coming
They sat ate food
Soon one would denied have nothing to do with him
He was also from the north
His accent gave him away
Sundays was coming
But then it was Friday
A bad Friday
Women were present
The family
Mates
Friends
A community
Sundays coming
Then was Friday
Sundays coming
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