The bomb in my heart is beating me a B note
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Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo
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'Cuz missin' you on Sunday morning, I need somethin' new
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It's Sunday morning
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But nothing helps me... I'm just waiting for the milkman to come
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I can't find it, I can't find it
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Why do I feel so lonely? I don't know how to compromise
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You are my one and only. What can I find 'til the moon rises?
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I feel dizzy, you're so damn sleazy, I know you'll say "I was busy"
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Baby, take me out, it's been rained out so I run to the bank to get my cash
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And check our savings of love out but it's closed on Sunday
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What can I say? I feel blue the rain starts soaking my shoes
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We're losing glue I can't find a clue, I'm knocking on the door
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Somebody is dancing on the floor, then I know the score, I can't take it no more
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The Knicks winnin' can't even make me high, cuttin' coupons for nothing makes me sigh
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I can't find it, it's been on my mind, I've been trying to find it day and night
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Sunday Part I
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| Cibo Matto |
