The sunday before labor day
The real efforts of real people
By the time he had spoken
His mother was crying
For all of the things
That she knew would not be
His mother was crying
For all of the things
That she knew would not be
And tough he rejected her sympathy
He knew that his hearth was broken
Cause he was alone for the holiday
Sitting at home with the memories
Breaking the news to his family
and trying to explain
On a beautiful Sunday
His lover had told him
She could not bear
To pretend anymore
He'll never be what she had before
And so she walked away
And left him alone for the holidays
Sitting at home with the memories
Breaking the news to his family
And trying to explain
But she wasn't ready for love again
Even if he was a better man
To her he would always be second-hand
And so she walked away
She walked away.
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