| Oh Father, can you tell me
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| Why can’t you see yourself through me?
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| Why in our different ways the end remains the same
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| I’m walking in your steps, in the plague you spread
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| Your work is in my hands but in the shadow I won’t stand
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| And I say
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| Under the same light, these times they aren’t so bright
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| We are both to blame for the shame is on our name yea
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| See you on Sunday, remembering Sunday
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| I’ll see you on Sunday
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| Oh Father must you judge me
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| Why should I make you proud
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| We share a trick or two, a gunfight show me how
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| But things have changed, our world is out of range
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| All the blood you drained is rolling down my face
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| And I say…
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| Under the same light, these times they aren’t so bright
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| We are both to blame for the shame is on our name yea
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| Sunday has come for me
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| The only one but I don’t know. |
| What I’ve done to us ???
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| Oh dear lord please have mercy
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| For this curse holding on me
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| Dad gave me his heart of stone and I left him on his own
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| A gunfight show me how to keep the best for me
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| All the blood he drained is running through my veins
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| And I say…
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| Under the same light, these times they aren’t so bright
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| We are both to blame for the shame is on our name yea
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| See you on Sunday, remembering Sunday Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey!
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| I’ll see you on Sunday |