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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
Writer(s): Wayne Starks, Fred Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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