B Kennedy / B Murphy
MCPS/ IMRO

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There is nothing like a Sunday morning, the bed is creaking and the house is yawning

The television is a silent picture cause theres nothing like a Sunday morning 

How did I get to be that guy the one who’s content to just get by 
Oh where did the feeling go sometimes its just enough to know

There is nothing like a Sunday morning children playing and the church bells ringing 
I’m just staring at the architecture there is nothing like a Sunday morning 

Maybe I could leave it all behind and wait for the stars to realign 
Oh I could stay or go but sometimes its just enough to know

There is nothing like a Sunday morning children playing and the church bells ringing 
I’m just staring at the architecture there is nothing like a Sunday morning 

Oh where did the feeling go sometimes its just enough to know

There is nothing like a Sunday morning children playing and the church bells ringing 
I’m just staring at the architecture there is nothing like a Sunday
No There is nothing like a Sunday morning, the bed is creaking and the house is yawning

The television is a silent Witness cause there's nothing like a Sunday morning 
Sunday morning there is nothing like a Sunday morning 

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