We get up early in the morning
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Work our skin down to the bone
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But whenever I hear that singing
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I know that one day I'll get home
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Oh the rhythm that I'm feeling
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Seems to say something good to me
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Oh on Monday, through the weekday
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But then Sunday sets us free
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Oh Sunday, sweet Sunday
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When I lay my body down
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Oh Sunday,my only one day
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With a new love that I found
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Sit by the water and watch the big tree
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In the cool breeze gently sway
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Til the day that we get free,well
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We'll always love
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Our sweet Sunday
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Sweet Sunday
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I go to church with my mother
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I see the girl that I would love
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Maybe one day she'll turn and smile at me
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This is what I ask the Lord above
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Oh when a singing
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When it's over maybe I'll take her
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Back to her home
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Talk and laugh 'til night comes calling
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Then I'll go back on my own
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Sweet Sunday
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I got no money to buy her new shoes
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But Lord please listen what I say
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Help me through this 'til I'm a free man
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And get sweet Sunday every day
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Sweet Sunday, sweet Sunday
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Sweet Sunday
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Chris Rea |