Sunday morning rain is falling
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Steal some covers share some skin
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Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
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You twist to fit the mold that I am in
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But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
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And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
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That Sunday it would lead me back to you
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That Sunday it would lead me back to you
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That maybe all I live
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In darkness she is all I see
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Come and rest your bones with me
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Driving slow on Sunday morning
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And I never want to leave
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Fingers trace your every outline
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Paint a picture with my hands
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Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
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Change the weather still together when it ends
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That maybe all I live
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In darkness she is all I see
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Come and rest your bones with me
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Driving slow on Sunday morning
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And I never want to leave
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But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
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Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
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Singing Sunday it'll bring me back to you
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Find a way to bring myself back home to you
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And you maybe not know
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That maybe all I live
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In darkness she is all I see
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Come and rest your bones with me
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Driving slow on sunday morning
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and i never want to leave
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driving slow
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Sunday Morning
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| Toki Asako |
