| Sunday finds me curled in bed
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| I can hear the Sally Army in the old town square
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| I can hear their brass and they fill the air
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| And I wonder why they do it when there’s no-one ever there
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| Moments later, out of bed goes me and I’m gazing out the window in the morning
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| light
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| And the lasses in their bonnets makes a pretty sight
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| And I thought if that’s an army, it’s a funny way to fight
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| But its an empty life if you’ve got no purpose
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| And your lost and feel your on your own
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| And if I told my work mates, they’d have said I’d gone barmy
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| When I ran down the stair to join the Salvation Army
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| Oh it was love that I could depend upon
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| And all of my emptiness had gone
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| Babababbababababa
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| Oh it’s an empty life if you’ve got no purpose
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| And your lost and feel your on your own
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| If I told my work mates, they’d have said I’d gone barmy
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| When I ran down the stair to join the Salvation Army
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| Oh it was love that I could depend upon
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| And all of my emptiness had gone
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| Some years later, looking back at me
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| I believe I’ve found the answer and I’d like to say
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| You’ve need never be alone when God’s a prayer away
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| And He’ll fill you with his sunshine if your life is cold and grey |