Sunday morning
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Slow beats seething
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Through the screens in
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The open windows
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Eggs frying
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Legs shaking
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After we stayed lying
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So long in bed
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Sunday morning
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Both of us reading
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And looking up occasionally
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Looking up occasionally
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Sunday morning
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You're doing your thing
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And I am doing mine
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Speaking words
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More a formality
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Cuz we can feel we
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Are of one mind
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Sunday morning
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Sheets still warm
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Kitties swarming
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Around our feet
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Life comes easy
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Your sweet company
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Making it so complete
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Of all the Monday through Fridays
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We joined the crusade
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Of all the Saturday nights
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In which we were made
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Of all the exorcisms
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I've done with your ghosts
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Still it's Sunday morning
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I miss you the most
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Sunday Morning
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Ani DiFranco |