| I wake up at nine
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| Look at the clock and turn over
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| A couple of times
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| I go back to sleep and sleep for
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| An hour or three
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| Sometimes it feels great to be me
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| When I’m living like it’s Sunday everyday
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| And other people laugh at me for living life this way
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| They say you won’t get anywhere at all
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| Living like it’s Sunday everyday
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| I don’t have a job
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| But it’s not my fault it’s just that
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| Jobs don’t like me
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| Some people find it hard to see
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| But I do what I like
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| I play some guitar and write a song
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| About what it’s like
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| To do the way I do
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| And I’m living like it’s Sunday everyday
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| And other people laugh at me for living life this way
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| They say you won’t get anywhere at all
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| Living like it’s Sunday everyday
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| Maybe I should try to change
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| And try a little Saturday
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| But I don’t feel like stressing out
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| Tomorrow is another day
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| Maybe
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| But I’m living like it’s Sunday everyday
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| And other people laugh at me for living life this way
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| They say you won’t get anywhere at all
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| Living like it’s Sunday everyday
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| I’m living like it’s Sunday everyday
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| And other people laugh at me for living life this way
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| But still I keep on
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| Living like it’s Sunday everyday
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| And when I fall asleep I hope it’s Sunday when I wake
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| And if it’s not I know
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| I’m still living like it’s Sunday everyday |