For those who've slept
For those who've kept themselves jacked up
How Jesus wept
Sunday
Sunday

For those in need
For those who speed
For those who try to slow their minds with weed
Sunday
Sunday

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

For those with guilt
For those who wilt under pressure
No tears over spilt milk
Sunday
Sunday

Sunday
Sunday

Sunday

Yeah
It will be okay
Do nothing to day
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away

Yeah
It will be okay
Do nothing to day
Give yourself a break
Let your imagination run away

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