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Sunday Morning

๐Ÿ‘ค Tyson Motsenbocker โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Someday I'll Make It All up to You โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:59
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โฑ๏ธ 4:59 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

I chose all the right songs
Played all the right chords
'Til the kids who still weren't singing
Praised the Lord
And the pastor yelled
'Bout faith and hell
And I soundtracked his words for effect

While everyone cried, and cried, and cried
Everyone cried, and cried, and cried
And then we played kickball

Well is God just a feeling
You can use at your will?
Beat your heart inside the loving
Pull the trigger when you kill
You promised of a new life
It read closer to a warning
So I don't blame anyone for passing
What gets sold on Sunday morning

On Sunday morning

Adrian sighed aloud
And she closed the door
Poured a high ball of Jamison
Opened her eyes some more
Asked, did the Holy Spirit move?
I used to do those drugs too
But you can only come down that hard so often

I insisted we aren't all that way
And I know He listens when I pray
Then we fought about Friedrich Nietzsche

Well is God just a feeling
That I use at my will?
Like Elijah and his ravens
Gideon in the hills
That promise of a new life
It read closer to a warning
So I don't blame anyone for passing
What gets sold on Sunday morning

On Sunday morning

Well she woke at dawn
Put a thin dress on
And we walked to Saint Joseph's Cathedral
She made a cross with her wrists
Said, you know what I miss?
Being lost, and then being found

Then we danced singing Gold Dust Woman
Making promises I knew I shouldn't
She said, stop trying to rescue me
'Cause I need more than a good feeling
That's what you're offering

On Sunday morning
On Sunday morning
Sunday morning

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:12.66] I chose all the right songs
[00:16.26] Played all the right chords
[00:19.59] 'Til the kids who still weren't singing
[00:23.22] Praised the Lord
[00:26.18] And the pastor yelled
[00:29.48] 'Bout faith and hell
[00:32.76] And I soundtracked his words for effect
[00:38.83] While everyone cried, and cried, and cried
[00:45.63] Everyone cried, and cried, and cried
[00:51.94] And then we played kickball
[01:05.37] Well is God just a feeling
[01:08.65] You can use at your will?
[01:11.90] Beat your heart inside the loving
[01:15.18] Pull the trigger when you kill
[01:18.54] You promised of a new life
[01:21.66] It read closer to a warning
[01:24.30] So I don't blame anyone for passing
[01:28.17] What gets sold on Sunday morning
[01:33.86]
[01:37.28] On Sunday morning
[01:41.74]
[01:44.11] Adrian sighed aloud
[01:47.67] And she closed the door
[01:50.80] Poured a high ball of Jamison
[01:53.85] Opened her eyes some more
[01:57.14] Asked, did the Holy Spirit move?
[02:00.15] I used to do those drugs too
[02:03.47] But you can only come down that hard so often
[02:10.47] I insisted we aren't all that way
[02:16.85] And I know He listens when I pray
[02:22.77] Then we fought about Friedrich Nietzsche
[02:27.32]
[02:36.37] Well is God just a feeling
[02:39.68] That I use at my will?
[02:42.83] Like Elijah and his ravens
[02:46.43] Gideon in the hills
[02:49.58] That promise of a new life
[02:52.56] It read closer to a warning
[02:55.22] So I don't blame anyone for passing
[02:59.07] What gets sold on Sunday morning
[03:04.67]
[03:08.02] On Sunday morning
[03:12.45]
[03:15.16] Well she woke at dawn
[03:18.30] Put a thin dress on
[03:21.87] And we walked to Saint Joseph's Cathedral
[03:28.13] She made a cross with her wrists
[03:31.66] Said, you know what I miss?
[03:34.96] Being lost, and then being found
[03:41.41] Then we danced singing Gold Dust Woman
[03:47.89] Making promises I knew I shouldn't
[03:53.93] She said, stop trying to rescue me
[04:00.22] 'Cause I need more than a good feeling
[04:06.97] That's what you're offering
[04:10.74]
[04:18.22] On Sunday morning
[04:24.63] On Sunday morning
[04:31.24] Sunday morning
[04:33.23]

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