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Well I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
In the park I saw a daddy With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' And it echoed through the canyon Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
And there's nothin' short of dyin' That's half as lonesome as the sound
Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
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