Sunday

Ey yeah...
 Ah ey...
 When the world looks at me
 I wonder what they see
 Underneath these eyes
 Oh, smiles masquerade as pain
 And grow up to be shame
 Then leave me with a lie
 I know they, they don't see my flaws
 Or these hidden scars
 And all the mess I've made
 Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya
 Here's my hallelujah
 Every single day, I'm running to your grace
 Ey, ey, ey
 I'm tired of this dirty heart
 That keeps our world apart
 I need your loving fire
 And even in these church clothes
 I can't dress up my soul
 To be free is my desire
 I'm so far from where they think I am
 But when I raise my hands
 I'm reaching out for life
 Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya
 Here's my hallelujah
 Every single day, I'm running to Your grace
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 I know they, they don't see my flaws
 Or these hidden scars
 And all the mess I've made
 Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya
 Here's my hallelujah
 Every single day, I'm running to Your grace
 Running to Your grace
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 Ooh, I need it everyday