| My Sunday feeling is coming on, over me.
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| My Sunday feeling is coming on, over me,
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| And I bet the night is over.
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| Got to clear my head so I can see.
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| 'Till I get her put together,
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| That old feeling won’t let me be.
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| Won’t somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?
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| Won’t somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?
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| I really don’t remember,
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| But give me one more cigarette and I think I might.
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| 'Till I get her put together,
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| That old feeling can’t yet arrive.
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| Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said?
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| Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said?
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| Oh, I don’t feel so good.
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| Need someone to help me to my bed.
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| 'Till I get her put together,
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| That old feeling is in my head. |