Rowlene – Sunday Morning Lyrics

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Rowlene Sunday Morning Lyrics

Somebody call me a medic
I’m sick and I don’t know who did it
Put me in cardiac arrest, and make bail
I can’t choose but if I could I guess I’d say

It’s bitter on a Sunday morning
Heartbreak, it’s bitter on a Sunday morning
I’m feeling like a star that’s falling
Still bitter on a Sunday morning

I know it’s kinda pathetic
I’m sick but you know I’m in medic
So run your blood tests, you know I failed
You made my life a living hell
I can’t choose but still I’d say

It’s bitter on a Sunday morning
Heartbreak, it’s bitter on a Sunday morning (Heartbreak is bitter)
I’m feeling like the sky is falling
It’s bitter on a Sunday morning

Please please help
Save me from myself
How long will it take, to heal?

Maybe on a Sunday morning
Maybe on a Sunday morning