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Wyn Starks - Sunday Morning lyrics

Artist: Wyn Starks

album: Black Is Golden


Ladadadadada-ladada
Ladadadadada-ladada
Come Sunday morning
I'll be home
I know you've been up waiting
By your telephone
I'll just stand here singing
Til' the crowd is gone
Can't wait til Sunday morning
I'll be coming home
So, I can see you dance real slow
Swaying as the fire burns cold
Hold you til' we both grow old
But until that time
Every cold night
Every streetlight
And every sunrise
Gets me closer to you
Every dial tone
Every text tone
On my cellphone
Gets me closer to you
Baby Sunday morning
I'll be coming home
Lada-ladada
Ladadadadada-ladada
Driving through the evening
I got miles to go
I hope you hear my voice calling
From the radio
Just as sure as I'm breathing
And as the road is long
I look to Sunday morning
I'll be coming home
So, I can see you dance real slow
Swaying as the fire burns cold
Hold you til' we both grow old
But until that time
Every cold night
Every streetlight
And every sunrise
Gets me closer to you
Every dial tone
Every text tone
On my cellphone
Gets me closer to you
I don't care about LA, movie stars
My name on Hollywood boulevard
About New York city it's just a city without you by my side
Just can't wait til' Sunday morning
Just can't wait til' Sunday morning
You'll be singing
Ladadadadada-ladadadadadadada
Every cold night
Every streetlight
And every sunrise
Gets me closer to you
Ooooooo-oooahhh
Aaaahhaaaa
'Cause every cold night
Every streetlight
And every sunrise
Gets me closer to you (oh, yes it does baby)
Every dial tone (every dial tone)
Every text tone (every text tone)
On my cellphone (on my cellphone)
Gets me closer to you
Baby Sunday morning
I'll be coming home

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