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Charming you's a challenge
You've got these strings attached like bondage
For you I'll bring the holy house down
We'll get some peace and help our sorrows drown
Lay at the altar with me
Let's live deviantly
Maybe through you I can find God

Don't tell me that you love me
It seems so final that you love me
Even the blind see
It looks better when there's mystery
Can't lay my hands on you
It'd be selfish it's true
Cuz healing you could heal me too

Wrong is right come Sunday morning
We'll see the light come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves come Sunday morning
Sunday Sunday

Invade my space invade my mind
Your intervention is so divine
Daddy I'm diggin' on your dark side
No more fingerprints on you that aren't mine
Can you de-program me
Help I need somebody
Everything I see I do I taste is part of you

Wrong is right come Sunday morning
We'll see the light come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves come Sunday morning
Sunday Sunday

The sky is falling mayday mayday
My idle hands are getting weak
My mind's ignoring what they're saying
No one's perfect seven days a week

Wrong is right come Sunday morning
We'll see the light come Sunday morning
Forgive ourselves come Sunday morning
Sunday Sunday
Sunday Sunday
Charming you's a challenge   You've got these strings attached like bondage   For you I'll bring the holy house down   We'll get some peace and help our sorrows drown   Lay at the altar with me   Let's live deviantly   Maybe through you I can find God      Don't tell me that you love me   It seems so final that you love me   Even the blind see   It looks better when there's mystery   Can't lay my hands on you   It'd be selfish it's true   Cuz healing you could heal me too      Wrong is right come Sunday morning   We'll see the light come Sunday morning   Forgive ourselves come Sunday morning   Sunday Sunday      Invade my space invade my mind   Your intervention is so divine   Daddy I'm diggin' on your dark side   No more fingerprints on you that aren't mine   Can you de-program me   Help I need somebody   Everything I see I do I taste is part of you      Wrong is right come Sunday morning   We'll see the light come Sunday morning   Forgive ourselves come Sunday morning   Sunday Sunday      The sky is falling mayday mayday   My idle hands are getting weak   My mind's ignoring what they're saying   No one's perfect seven days a week      Wrong is right come Sunday morning   We'll see the light come Sunday morning   Forgive ourselves come Sunday morning   Sunday Sunday   Sunday Sunday