Alone he was born, alone he lived,
alone he didn't want,
alone he kicked his luck.
One Sunday to be his was the only thing he wanted,
One Sunday away from his lady,
One Sunday he lived in his shadow,
One Sunday he and his heart.
Alone he was hurt, alone he cried,
alone he was sad,
alone he finished his life.
One Sunday they closed his eyes,
one Sunday his lady cried for him,
one Sunday that his time came,
one Sunday that his heart stopped to beat.
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