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• Artiste: Tony Lucca
• Titre: Sunday Morning
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It was Sunday morning when you told me we were at our, little place sittin at a nook in the corner I could tell by the expression on, your face buried my head in my hands as you went and paid the bill how could you just walk out when I know you know how, I loved you still and it came without a warning as it ended all too soon the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning another tearstained day a sleepless night a week goes by and I'm all right still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning I came home to an empty house the footsteps' echo followed me on up the stairs thoughts of you run through my head as I lie in the bed you and I once shared visions of you cloud my dreams your face is everywhere it pains me as I reach for you realizing you're no longer there. and it came without a warning as it ended all too soon the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning another tearstained day, a sleepless night a week goes by and I'm all right still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning I long to learn to love again until then I'll long for the love you gave me prayed for God to save me from the pain of Sunday morning, that painful Sunday morning and it came without a warning as it ended all too soon the thought of you becomes the pain of Sunday morning another tearstained day a sleepless night a week goes by and I'm all right still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning it came without a warning... it ended all too soon... another tearstained day a sleepless night a week goes by and I'm all right still I can't seem to get past Sunday morning Sunday morning...