Sunday

For those who've slept

For those who've kept themselves jacked up

How Jesus wept

Sunday

Sunday



For those in need

For those who speed

For those who try to slow their minds with weed

Sunday

Sunday



For those who wake with a blind headache

Who must be still

Who will sit and wait for Sunday to be Monday



Yeah

It will be okay

Do nothing today

Give yourself a break

Let your imagination run away



For those with guilt

For those who wilt under pressure

No tears over spilt milk

Sunday

Sunday



Sunday

Sunday



Sunday



Yeah

It will be okay

Do nothing to day

Give yourself a break

Let your imagination run away



Yeah

It will be okay

Do nothing to day

Give yourself a break

Let your imagination run away



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