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Don't write a letter when you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment
I'd like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy no big song and dance no long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation I know the way we should spend that day
Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Don't want to know who's to blame it wont help knowing
Don't want to fight day and night Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday please
Don't run off in the pouring rain
Don't call me as they call your plane
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please

Alltså, älskar den här texten, har aldrig hört sången, vill inte för jag anar, eller nä, jag befarar att det är en horrible musikallåt, hittade den i pärm hos en miss music som sjunger
mycket musikal slash modern jazz. Hatar sån skit.