Lyrics Sunday - Sia
For
those
who've
slept
For
those
who've
kept
Themselves
jacked
up
How
Jesus
wept
Sunday
Sunday
For
those
in
need
For
those
who
speed
For
those
who
try
to
slow
their
minds
with
weed
Sunday
Sunday
For
those
who
wake
With
a
blind
headache
Who
must
be
still
Who
will
sit
and
wait
For
Sunday,
to
be
Monday
Yeah,
it
will
be
okay
Do
nothing
today
Give
yourself
a
break
Let
your
imagination
run
away
For
those
with
guilt
For
those
who
wilt
Under
pressure
No
tears
over
spilt
milk
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
Yeah,
it
will
be
okay
Do
nothing
today
Give
yourself
a
break
Let
your
imagination
run
away
Yeah,
it
will
be
okay
Do
nothing
today
Give
yourself
a
break
Let
your
imagination
run
away
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