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It's daybreak, the all nighter's faded to a close
The last of the folkies rises and goes
As the shock of the morning sun blinds your eyes
It's Sunday morning

There's a tom cat alone and padding through the street
And a vagrant in a doorway's wrapped in a dirty sheet
Such an air of unreality you can only find
On a Sunday morning

A playland with no one to spin the merry-go-round
Where the horses stand silent waiting to be found
A mirage, a dreamland so clear in broad daylight
It's Sunday morning