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 ok 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 Sunday
Yeah, it will be ok Do nothing to day Give yourself a break Let your imagination run away
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