"Sunday Morning" genre: Rock
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	A song about the heartbreak in dealing with infidelity
	CD: Slave To The Now   Label: Rock Inc. Credits: Chris Obenauer, Darren Davis
	Lyrics Well this girl came walking down the street Oh, she looked so fine Well I tried and tried to keep her satisfied But I didn't in the end Well I won't be ashamed 'Cause her love can't be tamed A narcotic for my brain It's the truth, the truth When she tells me she cares, you know I need it so bad I can't decipher all the lies But then I find her on Sunday morning Blood on the pillow's a stain, there's a stain, there's a stain on my brain Well I won't be denied, resurrect dormant pride And I won't run and hide anymore, anymore! Well the girl is insane, supersonic love jet plane A narcotic for my brain, now she's gone, she's gone When she told me she cared, you know I needed it so bad I can't decipher all the lies But then I find her on Sunday morning Blood on the pillow's a stain, there's a stain, there's a stain on my brain Well I won't be denied, resurrect dormant pride And I won't run and hide It's the truth, the truth It's the truth

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