The sky is bright with royal light
but I see just Sunday blues
The choir's words are crisp and bright
but I'm sing'n Sunday blues
The faces passing smile wide
I smirk my Sunday blues
The sunbeams beg me to confide
but I keep my bluish hues
The sky is light, the songs are bright
warm smiles fill the air
sunbeams soften hardened hearts
but Sunday Blues don't care.
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