Charming here’s a challenge
You’ve got these strings
Attached like bondage
For you I’ll bring the holy house down
We’ll get some peace
And help our sorrows drown
Lay at the altar with me
Let’s live deviantly
Maybe through you I could find God
Don’t tell me that you love me
It seems so final when you love me
Even the blind see
It looks better when there’s mystery
Can I lay my hands on you
It’d be selfish it’s true
Cuz healing you could heal me too
Wrong is right come Sunday morning
We’ll see the light come
Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves come
Sunday morning
Sunday Sunday
Invade my space invade my mind
Your intervention is so devine
Daddy I’m diggin on your dark side
No more fingerprints on you that aren’t mine
Can you de-program me
Help I need somebody
Everything I see I do I taste
Is part of you
Wrong is right come Sunday morning
We’ll see the light come
Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves come
Sunday morning
Sunday Sunday
The sky is falling mayday mayday
My idle hands are getting weak
My mind’s ignoring what they’re saying
No one’s perfect seven days a week
Yeah yeah
Wrong is right come Sunday morning
We’ll see the light come
Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves come
Sunday morning
Sunday Sunday
Sunday Sunday
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