Текст песни The Bolshoi - Sunday Morning

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THE BOLSHOI - SUNDAY MORNING I remember when I was young Feeling sick on Sunday morning I don't want to do it anymore Standing in a line with a dirty mind Clean it up on Sunday morning I don't want to do it anymore One day a week we turn the cheek One day a week we turn the cheek Oh, how we'd kneel down Oh, we were so quiet Never any light there I don't care, it's not right there Get up early, do your hair Sunday best on Sunday morning Well, I don't want to see it anymore Tea and toast in the social hall We had it all on Sunday morning I don't want to see it anymore We come in fear , to worship here We come in fear , to worship here Oh, how we'd kneel down Oh, we were so quiet Never any light there I don't care, it's not right there It's wrong to feel, it's wrong to care You must not steal, you must not swear Oh, how we'd kneel down Oh, we were so quiet Never any light there I don't care, it's not right there I don't want to do it anymore I don't want to see it anymore Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning

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