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Oh Sunday morning, not a scrap in sight

I'll go without, I do it out of spite

All by myself, yeah

Food's lost its flavour, I refuse to bite

Do myself no favours, staying every night

Ashtrays in rows, but you know...

 I feel alright

 It's just another Sunday morning, and then it's Sunday night

 I feel alright

 It's just the ghost of you behind me, sitting right up tight

I'll read the paper, but it's yesterdays

The world's gone mad and I'm going the same way

All by myself, yeah

When the sun is shining, but it don't give no hope

I'm into whining, and I'm all out of soap

 But it's good to feel dirty, yeah

 When you feel alright

 Just another Sunday morning, and everything's alright

 I feel alright

 It's just the ghost of you behind me, sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight

So many miles, between me and you

So many days, I don't know what to do

Be by myself, then I know...

 I'll be alright

 On another Sunday morning, another Sunday night

 I'll be alright

 With the ghost of you behind me, sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight

Sitting right up tight

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Gerardo Zaragoza