| It’s Sunday noon in my room
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| The wind is really ragin'
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| Inside I’ll hide in my tune
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| And think of yesterday playing
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| 'In my room'
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| 'In my room'
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| I feel like a kite high in a tree
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| Is this where I’m suppose to be?
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| I wish I was a little boy
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| When love was taken care of
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| I know. |
| I will say
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| Maybe today
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| It’s Sunday noon, cocoon and heal
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| Oh no, please don’t throw me in the briar
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| Where mothers made all the meals
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| And fathers built the fire
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| When will this feeling go away?
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| When will this feeling ever stay?
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| Maybe today. |
| Maybe today
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| Maybe today. |
| Maybe today
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| And now I’m not so mournful
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| As I sit and watch the wind blow
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| This place is my cathedral
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| And the choir’s swaying just outside the window
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| Everyone needs a day to dream, perchance
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| Today I have yesterday to tempt me
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| So c’mon put on your best dress and let’s dance
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| For the chairs are all but empty
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| When will this feeling go away?
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| When will this feeling ever stay?
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| Maybe today. |
| Maybe today
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| Maybe today. |
| Maybe today |