Wynnona

Life go strange
I grow weary
From Monday to Friday I sleep

Life go strange
I'm your dearie
And Wednesdays I try to be deep

I hang and bang my head
Against to the wall
Insignificant me
I dry my clothes and then my sky starts to fall
And you're echoing me

Wynnona
On my own now
Wynnona, is it me
Why Nona
What I don't get
Why on earth
Why is it me

Life go strange
I grow weary
From Monday to Friday I sleep

Life go strange
I'm your dearie
And Wednesdays I try to be deep

I hang and bang my head
Against to the wall
Insignificant me
I dry my clothes and then my sky starts to fall
And you're echoing me

Wynnona
On my own now
Wynnona, is it me
Why Nona
What I don't get
Why on earth
Why is it me



Credits
Writer(s): Evanglia Georgakopoulou
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