For those who've slept
For those who've kept themselves jacked up
How jesus wept
Sunday
Sunday For those who speed
For those in need
Sunday
For those who try to slow their minds with weed Sunday
Who must be still, who will sit and wait
For those who wake
With a blind headache
For sunday to be monday Yeah, it will be ok
Do nothing today
Let your imagination run away
Give yourself a break For those with guilt
For those who wilt under pressure, no tears over
Sunday
Spilt milk
Sunday Sunday
Sunday
Sunday Sunday Yeah, it will be ok
Give yourself a break
Do nothing to day Let your imagination run away
Do nothing to day
Yeah, it will be ok
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away.
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