you're not the sun it's just a light waking on a sunday morning you're not the church it's just the bells ringing sweetly through the house and if this sense of mind you got an answer and I am not this rare you're still in reach I please myself wasting early sunday morning you're not my lead you're just my help tuck me in just denied and in this state of mind you want a want nothing close to what I need I breathe you in I breathe you in I breathe you in I breathe you in I breathe you in suit yourself lose myself breaking early sunday morning you're not the sun you're not my church I still hold some self control But in this sense of mind I'm still too high look no hands I breathe you in breathe you in breathe you in breathe you in breathe you in (i breathe you i breathe you i breathe you i breathe you i breathe you)
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