Sunday

For those who've slept
 For those who've kept
 Themselves jacked up
 How Jesus wept
 Sunday
 Sunday
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 For those in need
 For those who speed
 For those who try to slow their minds with weed
 Sunday
 
 Sunday
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 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
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 For those with guilt
 For those who wilt
 Under pressure
 No tears over spilt milk
 Sunday
 Sunday
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 Sunday
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 Sunday
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 Sunday
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 Yeah, it will be okay
 Do nothing today
 Give yourself a break
 Let your imagination run away
 Yeah, it will be okay
 Do nothing today
 Give yourself a break
 Let your imagination run away
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