| I’m not afraid, I know what’s your mind
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| It does not worry me
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| When I hear your name sometimes it’s a blade
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| Mostly it’s a key
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| And there’s always Sunday to change your mind
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| For the craven and the blind
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| There’s always Sunday to change your mind
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| And I’ll take my chances here with you tonight
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| You say there’s a place where two rivers meet
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| And they flow out to the sea
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| Your drunken grace, your eloquence and your smiling face
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| Make me want to believe
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| And there’s always Sunday to change your mind
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| For the craven and the blind
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| There’s always Sunday to change your mind
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| And I’ll take my chances here with you tonight
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| So offer me, one more sweet seduction
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| I think you know by now I can take it
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| And tell me this isn’t self destruction
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| Tell me that you think we can make it
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| And there’s always Sunday to change your mind
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| For the craven and the blind
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| There’s always Sunday to change your mind
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| And I’ll take my chances here with you tonight |