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Introdução:
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Well I woke up Sunday morning
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with no way to hold my head that didn' t hurt
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and the beer I had for breakfast wasn' t bad
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so I had one more for des-sert
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then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
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and found my cleanest, dirty shirt
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then I washed my face, and combed my hair
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and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
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I' d smoked my mind the night before
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with cigarettes and songs I' d been picking
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but I lit my first and watched a small kid playing
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with the can that he was kicking
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then I walked across the street
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and caught the Sunday smell of someone' s frying chicken
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and lord it took me back to some-thin that I lost somewhere
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somehow along the way
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on a Sunday morning sidewalk
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I' m wishing lord, that I was stoned
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cause there' s something in a Sunday
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that makes the body feel alone
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and there' s nothing short of dying
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that' s half as lonesome as the sound
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of the sleeping city sidewalks
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and Sunday morning coming down
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in the park I saw a daddy
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with a laughing little girl that he was swinging
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and listened to the songs that they were singing
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then I headed down the street
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and somewhere far away a lonely bell was ring - ing
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and it echoed through the canyons
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like our disappearing dreams of yester - day
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on a Sunday morning sidewalk
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I' m wishing lord, that I was stoned
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cause there' s something in a Sunday
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that makes the body feel alone
C
and there' s nothing short of dying
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that' s half as lonesome as the sound
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of the sleeping city sidewalks
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and Sunday morning coming down