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When the children see them, they point and laugh When the children see them, they point and laugh When the children see them, they point and laugh But they don't know When the children see them, they point and laugh When the children see them, they point and laugh When the children see them, they point and laugh But they don't know They don't know She lost her son on a Sunday Her memory's a bloodstain The paper showed his young face Who remembered his mum's name? She sleeps with the blanket he was wrapped in as a child He's not dead he's just napping for a while She thinks backwards with a smile On a clock, the hands stop Can't accept all the plans Lost sunny Sundays Dancing to Vandross like: I used to be such a bad bad boy But I gave it up When I fell in love (ooh) Hold him close breathe the smell of his skin Letras de cancionesPreserving every little thing How can she ever begin To move on? Sunday mornings getting the groove on His little hands wave, they [?] She thinks he's coming in from school Made his favourite dinner too Sitting talking to an empty chair in the living room Roams the street calling out things that no one listens to Tried to treat her but They thought solution was medicinal No And I don't think they'll ever comprehend it Schizophrenic or a broken heart that can't be mended Now she's sitting talking to herself Where the bench is Relatives wonder when she's coming to her senses In her mind, he grew Walked the passage to a man They branded it as madness Never planned to understand She can't quite touch him She imagines that she can Holding the fabric to her face Squeezing the blanket in her hand Saying Every Sunday morning, na ya ya Every Sunday morning, na ya ya Every Sunday morning, na ya ya I dance with you I dance with you The day they came and took away his son was a Sunday But he only woke up to the news on the Monday More times he knows the situation ends one way But he looks up searching for some hope in the sunrays A year passed, two years passed, three years passed Finds it hard to get over the shadow that the fear casts Four years passed, five years passed, six, seven, eight passed Still lays a hand for him when they play cards His bedroom as it was, doesn't dare to touch a thing Hums himself to sleep with the songs his son would sing, like: Ain't no sunshine when she's gone Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine now he's gone Only darkness every day You might see him by the betting shop Asking for a spare pound His shoes are getting tattered And he's losing all his hair now Sees him in his dreams but He doesn't know his whereabouts Sees him in the mirror 'Cause there's nothing else he cares 'bout Sees him in the crowd but The truth is, he isn't there Goes after him and chases but Every time, he disappears Cars pass him by And passengers just sit and stare Talking to himself in a cruel world that didn't care Every Sunday morning, na ya ya (ah ya ya) Every Sunday morning, na ya ya Every Sunday morning, na ya ya (hey) I dance with you (oh) I dance with you (ah) Every Sunday morning, na ya ya (every Sunday morning, yeah) Every Sunday morning, na ya ya (ah oh) Every Sunday morning, na ya ya I dance with you (oh) I dance with you (ah) I don't think I can do this on my own (no no no) I don't think I can do this on my own (oh) I don't think I can do this on my own 'Cause I need you I need you I don't think I can do this on my own I don't think I can do this on my own I don't think I can do this on my own 'Cause I need you (I need you) I need you From Letras Mania