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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Lyricist: Bolshoi
Lyrics:
I remember when i was young Feeling sick on sunday morning I don't wanna do it anymore
Standing in a line with a dirty mind Clean it up on sunday morning I don't wanna do it anymore
One day a week we turn the cheek One day a week we turn the cheek
Oh how we kneeled down Oh we were so quiet Never any light there I don't care it's not right there
Get up early, do your hair Sunday best on sunday morning Oh I don't wanna see it anymore
Tea and toast in the social hall We had it all on sunday morning I don't wanna see it anymore
Week coming fair, so wash your hair Week coming fair, so wash your hair
Oh how we kneeled down Oh we were so quiet Never any light there I don't care it's not right there
[On count of three] [Do it] [Doing now]
Strong to feel, strong to care You must not steal, you must not swear
Oh how we kneeled down Oh we were so quiet Never any light there I don't care it's not right there
I don't wanna do it anymore
I don't wanna see it anymore Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning
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