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Sunday Morning

Michael Fitz

Sunday Morning came
All I wanted for me was to lay inside
Of my bed and never look out
I was losing faith
Thinking I couldn't stay another day
Without your love without my home
Couldn't stop thinking about my home.

Hey now, hey now
I need an angel to carry me home
Hey now, Stay low
And send an angel to take me home
Tell the angels I'm ready to go

Monday morning came
All the people were running and shaking
And acting like they had something to do
I was laying low
Thinking I should go and find somebody
That I could lay next to.
Couldn't help thinking that body was you

Hey now, hey now
I need an angel to carry me home
Hey now, Stay low
And send an angel to take me home
Tell the angels I'm ready to go






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