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Every Sunday
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Every Sunday
© Bill Gaunce
I hear the paper hit the walk
Too tired to think
Too tired too talk
Sit up slowly in my bed
I curse my throbbing
Aching head
It's the same routine
It's the same ol' scene
Every Sunday
What happened to me last night?
I had to much to drink
Did we argue, have a big fight?
It hurts too much to think
Can you tell me where my car is?
It's prob'ly somewhere safe
Right there where I left it
Parked around the block
Right there where I find it
Every Sunday
Pour another cup of coffee
Black, no cream
I love caffeine
And buttered toast with cherry jam
No margarine
That stuff's a scam
It's the same routine
It's the same ol' scene
Every Sunday
What happened to me last night?
I had to much to drink
Did we argue, have a big fight?
It hurts too much to think
Can you tell me where my clothes are?
They're prob'ly somewhere safe
Right there where I left 'em
In the backseat of my car
Right there where I find 'em
Every Sunday
I must have a disease
But I don't cough or sneeze
I probably need a shrink
To change the way I think
Every Sunday
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Lyrics Credits: Bill Gaunce
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Music Credits: Bill Gaunce
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Producer Credits: Bill Gaunce
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Performance Credits: Bill Gaunce
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Song Length: 3:30
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Primary Genre: Pop-Rock
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Secondary Genre: Rock-Classic
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Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
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Subject Matter 1: Alchohol, Beer, Wine
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Language: English
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Era: 2000 and later
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