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Faithless Sunday 8 Pm

Mmm, come to papa I see you working Through the beat curtain in the kitchen Switchin', leavin' me twitchin' I'm itchin' to be kissin' you But discipline

You know that I'm foolish, playing king for a day I hang with my people whenever I can You say that I'm scruffy, misguided and blue like a fly on a string

Wish he was a man Oh I wish, I could be touched by the hem of his garment And the dream To be proud has never been so mean So hard, so stern, so cruel

I'm on lonely street I'm on the wrong track Only one thing I left Somebody bring my family back I'm on lonely street I'm on the wrong track Only one

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I'm on lonely street, I'm on the wrong track. Only one thing left, somebody bring my family back. I'm on lonely street, I'm on the wrong track. Only

This is my church This is where I heal my hurts This is my church This is where I heal my hurts This is my church This is where I heal my hurts It's

Maxi Jazz in background: ...wish he was a man Pauline: Oh I wish I could be touched by the hem of his garment Maxi Jazz in background: ...in a dream

I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak