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Sunday morning I can't get out of bedNo music in the kitchen but I hear it in my headYou took the old piano that used to play our songYou left me with a broken heart, where did we go wrongAnd you'll go your wayAnd I'll go my wayWe'll go our way this timechorus:I've got an aching-heartThere's a hole right through the middleAnd I can't explain how it hurts me missing youI've got an aching-heartI'm losing myself over you, over youLost in memoryIt gets me through the dayLike the time you picked me wild flowers from the side of the highwayThe night you brought me dancing beneath that prairie skyWe fell into each others arms and watched the night go byAnd now you go your wayAnd I'll go my wayAnd we'll go our way this timeLetras de canciones[chorus]And I know that as the days get cold you won't be by my sideIt's so hard to let you go[chorus],over youSunday morning I can't get out of bedNo music in the kitchen but I hear it in my head, in my head From Letras Mania