| Sunday morning
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| And the sun comes crashing in and now
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| The door is closing
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| And off you go again and I
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| I know you don’t expect me
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| To bare my soul and let you in
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| But you’re the one who gets me
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| So I’m letting you know
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| We always keep things open
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| We always keep things open end
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| But now I find I’m hoping
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| You’re more than a friend
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| You’re more than a friend
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| And while the world keeps turning
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| Guess now I find I’m hoping
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| And while the world turns round again
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| You’re more than a friend
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| You’re more than a friend, eh eh
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| Sunday morning
|
| And the sun comes crashing in and now
|
| The door is closing
|
| And off you go again and I
|
| I know you don’t expect me
|
| To bare my soul and let you in
|
| But you’re the one who gets me
|
| So I’m letting you know
|
| We always keep things open
|
| We always keep things open end
|
| But now I find I’m hoping
|
| You’re more than a friend
|
| You’re more than a friend
|
| And while the world keeps turning
|
| Guess now I find I’m hoping
|
| And while the world turns round again
|
| You’re more than a friend
|
| You’re more than a friend, eh eh
|
| You’re more than a friend
|
| You’re more than a friend, eh eh |