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Sunday Will Never Be The Same:Spanky And Our Gang. #9 in 1967. #1.
DI remember B7Sunday morning, EmI would meet him A7at the park. We'd Dwalk together Bm7hand in hand, til Emit was E7almost A7susdark. A7 DNow I wake up B7Sunday morning, Emwalk across the A7way to find, noDbody waiting Bm7for me, Sunday's Emjust aE7nother A7susday...A7
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DSunday will Gnever be the Dsame.A7 DI've lost my GSunday song, He'll Cnot be back A7susagain.A7
#2.
DSunny afterB7noons that make me Emfeel so warm inA7side, have Dturned as cold and Bm7gray as ashes, as I Emfeel the emE7bers A7susdie. A7 DNo longer B7can I walk these Empaths for they have A7changed. I Dmust be on, the Bm7sun is gone and I Emthink it's E7gonna A7susrain. A7
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DI remember Am7children..Dfeeding flocks of Am7pigeons. D Am7 / / / D I remember sunshine..and you were mine.
CHORUS:(Key Change to E)
ESunday will Anever be the EsameB7. EI've lost my ASunday song, he'll Dnot be back B7susagain.B7
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ESunday will Anever be the Esame.B7(x3)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.