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
wasted 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 breath you in
breath you in
breath you in
breath you in
breath you in
you suit yourself
lose myself
breaking up a sunday morning
you're not the sun
you're not my church
i still hold some self control
But in this sense of mind
Still too high
with no hands
i breath you in
breath you in
breath you in
breath you in
breath you in
(i breath you
i breath you
i breath you
i breath you
i breath you)
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