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I remember Sunday morning |
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I would meet him at the park |
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We'd walk together hand in hand |
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'Til it was almost dark |
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Now I wake up Sunday morning |
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Walk across the way to find |
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Nobody waiting for me |
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Sunday's just another day |
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Sunday will never be the same |
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I've lost my Sunday-song |
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He'll not be back again |
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Sunny afternoons that make me |
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Feel so warm inside |
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Have turned as cold and gray as ashes |
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As I feel the embers die |
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No longer can I walk these paths |
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For they have changed |
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I must be on, the sun is gone |
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And I think it's gonna rain |
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Sunday will never be the same |
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I've lost my Sunday-song |
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He'll not be back again |
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I remember children |
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Feeding flocks of pigeons |
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I remember sunshine |
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And you were mine |
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Sunday will never be the same |
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I've lost my Sunday-song |
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He'll not be back again |
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Sunday will never be the same |
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Sunday will never be the same |
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Sunday will never be the same |
