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We wake up like jazz
We wake up like jazz
We wake up like jazz…
On most Sundays
You move me as deep as blue and green
You stir you coffee in my cream
And kill me just like a newspaper dream
Wake me up inside your sweet, sweet Sunday morning
Wake me up inside your sweet, sweet Sunday morning
Wake me up inside your sweet, sweet Sunday morning
Wake me up inside your sweet…
Wake me up inside your sweet…
Jazz, Jazz
Fresh ground coffee fills the air
A fresh newspaper on the stair
You improve here, and I scat there
A love supreme kind of care
Wake me up inside your sweet, sweet Sunday morning
Wake me up inside your sweet, sweet Sunday morning
Wake me up inside your sweet, sweet Sunday morning
Wake me up inside your sweet…
Wake me up inside your sweet…
Jazz, Jazz
When autumn leaves began to fall
My favorite things most of all
Is staying with you on Sunday
And we let the records play and play
Bop, bop, bop, bop, ba…
Wake me up inside your sweet, sweet Sunday morning
Wake me up inside your sweet, sweet Sunday morning
Wake me up inside your sweet, sweet Sunday morning
Wake me up inside your sweet…
Wake me up inside your sweet…
Jazz, Jazz
