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BROKEN SUNDAY

A southern town, a lonely motel room,
the crazy sun is breaking in.
Been staying alive somehow on the dark side of the moon,
my body aches, my hands are shaking.
I open the window,
where is my heart, my soul?

CHORUS: Let the church bells ring, let the choirs sing
and wash this town of all its sins.
Let the sermons bring anything
that can take away the sting,
let Christ come walking again
on these streets, on the lakes,
taking our pain away.
Let the church bells ring, let sisters sing
on this broken Sunday,
let the hallelujahs roll healing to us.

Bet you have found someone new to love you,
bet you don't even think about me.
I took to drink and I almost drowned walking in some poor devil's shoes,
the glass is full but I can't raise it.
I open the window
to my heart and soul.

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Brdge: I'm about to give in now, I'm ready to turn around,
I want to float on the river of light to that mighty ocean now.

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