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Sunday Evening Lyrics
What if I told you that everything you know
Isn't even really true?
I don't think that you think much, do ya?
You don't think that I notice, do ya?
And if I told you that nothing matters in the end
I'm not sure that you care much, do ya?
I don't guess that you scare much, do ya?
I'm so tired of those fears I have, dear
I'm so tired of those fears we have, dear
I can do what you can
Even if my beliefs are broken
Even if my pockets broke too
I can do anything that you can do
One day, some Sunday, you'll realize you taste death
And just one day away from you
Then I think that you care more, won't ya?
I'm pretty sure that you'll pray more, won't ya?
Well, who would you ask if you had to find the truth?
I don't know that you know much, do ya?
Not that anyone does, now do they?
I'm so tired of your fears you have, dear
I am tired of those fears we have, dear
We're on fire 'cause those fears they have, dear
I can do what you can
Even if my beliefs are broken
Even if my pockets broke too
I can do anything that you can do
Looking into the future
I got a wild thought in my head
It turns me up like a fine machine
Turn me off like a worship machine
Show someone else your lord
Watch their head hit the floor
Pray to, pray what for
Watch all heads hit the floor
Keys, all gold and more
Love us, not what for
All the way past Sunday evening
And all the way to Monday's door
Isn't even really true?
I don't think that you think much, do ya?
You don't think that I notice, do ya?
And if I told you that nothing matters in the end
I'm not sure that you care much, do ya?
I don't guess that you scare much, do ya?
I'm so tired of those fears we have, dear
Even if my beliefs are broken
Even if my pockets broke too
I can do anything that you can do
And just one day away from you
Then I think that you care more, won't ya?
I'm pretty sure that you'll pray more, won't ya?
Well, who would you ask if you had to find the truth?
I don't know that you know much, do ya?
Not that anyone does, now do they?
I am tired of those fears we have, dear
We're on fire 'cause those fears they have, dear
Even if my beliefs are broken
Even if my pockets broke too
I can do anything that you can do
Looking into the future
I got a wild thought in my head
It turns me up like a fine machine
Turn me off like a worship machine
Watch their head hit the floor
Pray to, pray what for
Watch all heads hit the floor
Keys, all gold and more
Love us, not what for
All the way past Sunday evening
And all the way to Monday's door
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Submitted by
eastjesusshenanigan418 On Jul 05, 2022
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What if I told you that everything you know Isn't even really true? I don't think that you think much, do ya? You don't think that I notice, do ya? And if I told you that nothing matters in the end I'm not sure that you care much, do ya? I don't guess that you scare much, do ya?
I'm so tired of those fears I have, dear I'm so tired of those fears we have, dear
I can do what you can Even if my beliefs are broken Even if my pockets broke too I can do anything that you can do
One day, some Sunday, you'll realize you taste death And it's one day away from you Then I think that you'll care more, won't ya? I'm pretty sure that you'll pray more, won't ya? Well, who would you ask if you had to find the truth? I don't know that you know much, do ya? Not that anyone does, now do they?
I'm so tired of your fears you have, dear I am tired of those fears we have, dear We're on fire 'cause those fears they have, dear
I can do what you can Even if my beliefs are broken Even if my pockets broke too I can do anything that you can do Looking into the future I got a wild thought in my head It turns me up like a fine machine Turn me off like a worship machine
Show someone else your lord Watch their head hit the floor Pray to, pray what for Watch all heads hit the floor Keys, all gold and more Love us, not what for All the way past Sunday evening Get all the way to Monday's door