Sunday morning, where's your fame?
I used to meet you down on the wooden boat.
You did hair out like you were famed.
Even though it's only church where we were going.
Now Sunday morning's got you sleeping.
It's like I buried my faith with you.
I'm wearing
a headache.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I
don't know.
Even if it's the last 20 that I've got.
I'm not gonna let you go.
Sunday morning, where's your fame?
I used to meet you down on the wooden boat.
You did hair out like you were famed.
Even
though it's only church where we were going.
Now
Sunday morning's got you sleeping.
It's
the best.
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