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Sunday Morning Song
It's not that bad
We could have died
Chalk it up to being young
Can you prove it was me?
No morning drive
No blurred headlight
from the corner of my eye
If only you were here right now,
you'd tell me...
Wouldn't it be somethin' if everything changed
Wouldn't I be somethin' in your way
Wouldn't it be more than livin' in your wake
If you and I would ever cease to be
Yeah...
Your summer dress
??
and how they caught us on the stairs
That silent song you'd sing to me
keeps singing...
Wouldn't it be somethin' if everything changed
Wouldn't I be somethin' in your way
Wouldn't I be more than livin' in your wake
if you and I would ever cease to be
No, my love
Hold on
We bend, I break
You fall, we scrape
I blame it all on being older now
I'm still singing...
Wouldn't it be somethin' if everything changed
Wouldn't I be somethin' in your way
Wouldn't I be more than livin' in your wake
if you and I would ever....yeah
if you and I would ever cease to be
Yeah....