Sunday will never be the same (1967) (video)

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1. I remember Sunday morning, I would meet him at the park,

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we‘d walk together hand in hand till it was almost dark.

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Now I wake up Sunday morning, walk across the way to find,

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nobody waiting for me, Sunday‘s just another day.

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Sunday will never be the sa…me,

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I‘ve lost my Sunday song, he‘ll not be back again.

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2. Sunny afternoons that make me feel so warm inside,

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have turned as cold and gray as ashes, as I feel the embers die.

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No longer can I walk these paths for they have changed,

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I must be on, the sun is gone and I think it‘s gonna rain.

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Sunday will never be the sa…me,

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I‘ve lost my Sunday song, he‘ll not be back again.

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+ I remember children feeding flocks of pigeons,

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I remember sunshine, and you were mine !

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Sunday will never be the sa…me,

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I‘ve lost my Sunday song, he‘ll not be back again.

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+ Sunday will never be the sa…me ! (3x) …

(Spanky & Our Gang)