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. Stop haunting me now. Can't shake you no how. Just leave me alone. I've got those Monday blues. Straight to Sunday blues. Good morning heartache. Here we go again. Good morning heartache. You're the one
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feel the flame any more. But darlin I'm feelin it now. . Took such a long time to convince me. You could fill that empty space (ooh). . But Saturday night is shining. On my Sunday morning face
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(B. Cummings - D. Troiano). . Hey dreambreaker, you gonna laugh now that you fell down?. You broke my will and stole my soul, without even a half-ass frown. . You got Coors for Sunday, you got
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, Annie, are you OK?. Are you OK Annie?. You've been hit by. You've been hit by. A smooth criminal. So they came into the outway. It was Sunday, what a black day. Mouth to mouth resuscitation. Sounding
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, Annie, are you OK?. Are you OK Annie?. You've been hit by. You've been hit by. A smooth criminal. So they came into the outway. It was Sunday, what a black day. Mouth to mouth resuscitation. Sounding
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OK?. So, Annie, are you OK?. Are you OK Annie?. You've been hit by. You've been hit by. A smooth criminal. So they came into the outway. It was Sunday, what a black day. Mouth to mouth resuscitation
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peeping. Wait and see what Santa's bringing. Early Christmas morning . Icicles and breakfast cakes . Friends and family we will celebrate. Sounds that joy and laughter make. Early Christmas morning
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I wanna Sunday kind of love. A love to last past Saturday night. And Id like to know its more than love at first sight. And I wanna Sunday kind of love, oh yeah yeah I wanna a love thats on the
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Song Sunday - Paul Williams. When you wake up in the mornin' . In the suit that you were born in . Feelin' like love . And you tell me the kind of day you planned . While you trace little circles
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say Please don't go. I need your love. Waiting for the rain to behave. So you come around. Take me on a Sunday Drive. Please don't go. I need your love. Waiting for the rain to behave. So you
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that's why I'm easy. I'm easy like Sunday morning. That's why I'm easy. I'm easy like Sunday morning!. Why in the world would anybody put chains on me?. I've paid my dues to make it. Everybody wants
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that's why I'm easy. I'm easy like Sunday morning. That's why I'm easy. I'm easy like Sunday morning!. Why in the world would anybody put chains on me?. I've paid my dues to make it. Everybody wants
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that's why I'm easy. I'm easy like Sunday morning. That's why I'm easy. I'm easy like Sunday morning!. Why in the world would anybody put chains on me?. I've paid my dues to make it. Everybody wants
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borrowed! (yeah). Ooh, that's why I am easy. I'm easy like Sunday morning. That's why I'm easy. I'm easy like Sunday morning. Why in the world would anybody put chains on me. I've paid my dues to make
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Song Sunday Afternoon - Rascal Flatts. I swear it feels just like. The clocks slow down for a while. And the air tastes sweeter and breathing gets deeper. As the clouds dance around the sunshine I
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Smooth Bee - talking. Hey wassup boo? It's me Smooth. Now I've never really been one for. Writin letters and all like that y'know. But I just gotta find some way to, convey my feelings to you
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How you gonna let that girl get between us baby?. Do you even know her name?. How am I supposed to make it through to you? Is Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy. Make it all about me. Maybe
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-annotated" data-id="27465">Sunday, Bloody Sunday. Sunday, Bloody Sunday. Sunday, Bloody Sunday. . And the battle's just begun. There's many lost, but tell me who has won. The trench is dug within
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Bài hát Gloomy Sunday - Bjork. Sunday is gloomy,. My hours are slumberless. Dearest the shadows. I live with are numberless. Little white flowers. Will never awaken you. Not where the black coach of
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Watching the sun. Watching it come. Watching it come up over the rooftops. . Cloudy and warm. Maybe a storm. You can never quite tell. From the morning. . Chorus. And it's going to be a day
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. Can't shake you no how. Just leave me alone. I've got those Monday blues. Straight to Sunday blues. . Good morning heartache. Here we go again. Good morning heartache. You're the one. Who knows
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