Sunday morning I can't get out of bed
No music in the kitchen but I hear it in my head
You took the old piano that used to play our song
You left me with a broken heart, where did we go wrong
And you'll go your way
And I'll go my way
We'll go our way this time
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I've got an aching-heart
There's a hole right through the middle
And I can't explain how it hurts me missing you
I've got an aching-heart
I'm losing myself over you, over you
Lost in memory
It gets me through the day
Like the time you picked me wild flowers from the side of the highway
The night you brought me dancing beneath that prairie sky
We fell into each others arms and watched the night go by
And now you go your way
And I'll go my way
And we'll go our way this time
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And I know that as the days get cold you won't be by my side
It's so hard to let you go
[chorus]
,over you
Sunday morning I can't get out of bed
No music in the kitchen but I hear it in my head, in my head