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Sunday morning
Sun shining on your eyes Sleepy face Smiling into mine Sunday morning Lots of time with nothing to do Lots of time to spend with you On Sunday morning It's so quiet in the street We can hear the sounds of feet walking by I'll put coffee on to brew We can have a cup or two And do What other people do On Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday Sunday I love Sunday Sunday morning Come hold me in your arms I love you Everything is all right Sunday morning Lots of time Lots of time On Sunday morning |
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I heard
Pretty love songs Coming from an open window Today I stopped To listen to the love songs And I had to cry Why didn't I Just walk away I knew All the love songs Once upon a time he sang them To me Today I was crying in the sunshine When someone said, "Is something wrong?" And I said no It's just a song And I can't tell you why Pretty love songs always make me cry |
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Melon-rising California sun
Drifting in a day not yet begun Six o'clock and peaceful and serene Floating in a Technicolor scene Something nearly peaceful in the sound Rising from the San Andreas ground Overground, it starts to feel strange Underground, it starts to rearrange You'd better get up And run for a doorway No time for thinking Your life is at stake Everyone's doing the California Shake California Shake Non believing, everybody waits Shifting on the continental plates Thunder far below the ocean floor Damned impartial sub-terrestrial war Wond'ring if you're going to survive God, it feels like eight point four or five Fifteen seconds holding your breath Living through a microscopic death You'd better hold on The worst isn't over No time for thinking Your life is at stake Everyone's doing the California Shake California Shake |
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