Sunday, lips like Sunday
Painted holy shine
Soothe this nervous child
Come to me now
Are you on your way?
Hunger, shelter, comfort
Painted in your warm black eyes
Like a mothers eyes
Come to me now
Are you on your way?
Come to me now
Are you on your way?
Soothe this nervous child
Come to me now
Are you on your way?
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