Hair of gold
And eyes like stormy seas
You say you love me
You want to marry me
And as I'm looking for the wedding ring
You say I don't have to spend anything
Stay with me
We'll be closer than the stars
Sunday, i'll be gone
You can wear any colors that you want
Sunday, I'll be gone
Your dad gave up on you so long ago
Your mother is someone you do not know
Have no money and you still get by
Everything I say makes you cry
Stay with me
We'll be closer than the stars
Sunday, I'll be gone
You can wear any colors that you want
Sunday, I'll be gone
What am I supposed to do?
Sit around and wait for you
You ask for nothing and you want
Everything
You want to take another photograph
You say it makes you think of me
If it only took a photograph
Think you'd still be here with me?
Stay with me
We'll be closer than the stars
Sunday, I'll be gone
(and) you can wear all the colors that you want
Sunday, I'll be gone
Yeah sunday, I'll be gone
Writer(s): Jon Crosby
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