Letra de Every Day Feels Like Sunday - Minor Soul

Waking up to vanilla skies
Familiar face laying on my side and I can't believe my luck
Make the coffee and the pancakes
The only thing I know how to make and you love me anyway

And after all this time, you're still the reason why
Every day feels like Sunday

Let's take a ride on the London Eye
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Spinning round till it closes for the night
And sleeps with the night sky

And after all this time, you're still the reason why
Every day feels like Sunday

Love is so high
Love is so high