how i miss that perfect sunday how i miss that perfect sunday Como eu sinto falta daquele domingo perfeito how i miss that golden days how i miss that golden days Como eu sinto falta daqueles dias de ouro with our rifles on our hands with our rifles on our hands Com nossos rifles em nossas mãos with those feelings on our heads with those feelings on our heads Com esses sentimentos em nossas mentes and after every shot and after every shot E depois de cada tiro didn't matter where it was didn't matter where it was Não importou onde estávamos we'd reborn we'd reborn Nós queimamos and why after the last shot and why after the last shot E por que depois desse ultimo tiro everything would stop everything would stop Tudo pararia to make sense ? to make sense ? De fazer sentido? how i miss that perfect sunday how i miss that perfect sunday Como eu sinto falta daquele domingo perfeito, how i miss that perfect sunday.. how i miss that perfect sunday.. Como eu sinto falta daquele domingo perfeito...