| When you wake up in the mornin'
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| In the suit that you were born in
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| Feelin' like love
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| And you tell me the kind of day you planned
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| While you trace little circles inside my hand
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| Oh, love
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| Snuggled up like spoons inside a drawer
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| Closer now than you and I have ever been before
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| Sunday
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| Let’s stay in bed it’s Sunday
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| Though football games and gunplay
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| Are all that’s on TV
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| Stay beside me Sunday
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| We’ll hibernate 'till Monday
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| It’s good in more than one way
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| It’s cozy and it’s free
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| Well, the traffic drives you crazy
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| And the people nowadays seem paranoid
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| And the only thing that’s worse than getting up for work
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| Is being unemployed
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| Life at times is harder to explain
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| Weekdays we get sunshine
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| On the weekends we get rain
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| Sunday
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| Let’s stay in bed it’s Sunday
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| Though football games and gunplay
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| Are all that’s on TV
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| Stay beside me Sunday
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| We’ll hibernate 'till Monday
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| It’s good in more than one way
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| It’s cozy and it’s free
|
| Snuggled up like spoons inside a drawer
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| Closer now than you and I have ever been before
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| Sunday
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| Let’s stay in bed it’s Sunday
|
| Though football games and gunplay
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| Are all that’s on TV
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| Stay beside me Sunday
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| We’ll hibernate 'till Monday
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| It’s good in more than one way
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| It’s cozy and it’s free
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| Hey, Sunday
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| Stay beside me Sunday
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| Hey, Sunday
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| Let’s stay in bed it’s Sunday
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| Stay beside me Sunday |