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Sunday Sounds Swell
Intro:
I'll eat your tongue alive,
And now your words are mine.
V1:
Write me a letter,
Sing me a song.
I'll feed you more lies,
To string you along.
Chorus:
You walk like a disease,
Slow but deadly.
Church is coming,
Sunday sounds swell.
Burning in my stomach,
Bleeding in my brain,
I'll cut myself wide open,
To drain out all the pain.
V2:
Excuse me miss,
Where have I seen your face?
You stopped me in your tracks,
Railroads make my heart race.
Bridge:
I sin and I sin,
And I will again.
--> chorus <--
V3:
Shield me with your heart,
In this world of profanity.
You'll never make it out alive,
And we can take each other's sanity.
V4:
Simply mending my world,
With shards and broken parts,
Stolen from yours,
And other innocent hearts.
--> chorus <--
Outro:
You're mine now.
I'll eat your tongue alive,
And now your words are mine.
V1:
Write me a letter,
Sing me a song.
I'll feed you more lies,
To string you along.
Chorus:
You walk like a disease,
Slow but deadly.
Church is coming,
Sunday sounds swell.
Burning in my stomach,
Bleeding in my brain,
I'll cut myself wide open,
To drain out all the pain.
V2:
Excuse me miss,
Where have I seen your face?
You stopped me in your tracks,
Railroads make my heart race.
Bridge:
I sin and I sin,
And I will again.
--> chorus <--
V3:
Shield me with your heart,
In this world of profanity.
You'll never make it out alive,
And we can take each other's sanity.
V4:
Simply mending my world,
With shards and broken parts,
Stolen from yours,
And other innocent hearts.
--> chorus <--
Outro:
You're mine now.
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