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Cada vez que você me machuca, você pede desculpas
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
Eu tento entender e dizer ok
With no way to hold my head that didn′t hurt
Mas deve haver um fim para a compreensão
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
E o meu fim não pode estar muito longe
So I had one more for dessert
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Then I fumbled through my closet
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For my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt
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And I shaved my face and combed my hair
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And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Eu tento entender que você é apenas humano
I′d smoked my brain the night before
E todos nós cometemos erros todos os dias
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
Mas deve haver um fim para a compreensão
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
E eu sei que simplesmente não posso continuar assim
Cussin′ at a can that he was kicking
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Then I crossed the empty street
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And caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin′ chicken
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And it took me back to something that I'd lost
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Somehow, somewhere along the way
Você não sabe que amor e compreensão andam juntos
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Peça muito de um e ambos morrerão
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
E deve haver um fim para a compreensão
′Cause there's something in a Sunday
E eu sei que um dia chegarei ao fim do meu
Makes a body feel alone
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And there′s nothin' short of dyin′
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Half as lonesome as the sound
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On the sleeping city sidewalks
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Sunday morning coming down
Você não sabe que amor e compreensão andam juntos
In the park I saw a daddy
Peça muito de um e ambos morrerão
Laughin' little girl who he was swinging
E deve haver um fim para a compreensão
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
E eu sei que um dia chegarei ao fim do meu
And listened to the song that they were singing
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Then I headed back for home
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And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
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And it echoed through the canyons
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Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
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