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"Slowly runs the lazy river And in it I pitched all my dreams And all the things I ever wanted And watched them heading slowly downstream For I have learned that such things fade Like photographs and family holidays And every Monday is goodbye Sunday I guess you'd like me to throw away That box of diaries and old letters For they do nothing but feed my memories But really you should know me better For I am too fond of the past But I think I am learning at last That every Monday is goodbye Sunday Every Monday is goodbye Sunday And yes it's true that I cling to things that I should leave behind As if those were the golden days Well, I just hope that you really don't mind Slowly runs the lazy river For I am too fond of the past But look, I'm happy at last And every Monday is goodbye Sunday Every Monday is goodbye Sunday And every Monday is goodbye Sunday (Slowly runs the lazy river) Every Monday is goodbye Sunday (And in it I pitched all my dreams) And every Monday is goodbye Sunday (Slowly runs the lazy river) Every Monday is goodbye Sunday (And in it I pitched all my dreams) Every Monday is goodbye Sunday Every Monday is goodbye Sunday "