Nhạc sĩ: Richard Julian
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The stone light of day
serves you up on a tray
Sunday morning
in Saturday's shoes
And your head turns to dust
In the dawn's early rust
Sunday morning
In Saturday's shoes
Feels good to be free
Like the way it should be
Oh me, oh my
Then you catch your own eye In the shop window glass
You're living too fast And you've got only yourself to accuse
Sunday morning
In Saturday's shoes
Feels good to be free
Like the way it should be
Oh me, oh my
Then you catch your own eye
In the shop window glass
See your raggedy ass
Like a picture
from yesterday's news
Sunday morning
In Saturday's shoes
Sunday morning
In Saturday's shoes
Sunday morning