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I’ve seen this place before

One time in a dream, I could feel so perfect and real

I put on my happy face and say my grace so my week can waste, waste and peal

But have you ever woken up Sunday

And wished it was Monday cause you don’t care at all

And have you ever waited for Sunday

One day in the week where redemption breaks your fall

And now you fall…

This is the way that it goes

These are your friends among foes

Six days where faith isn’t real, and then the church doors open

I’m not a perfect man, but at least I don’t get caught up in these games

These people are all the same

Pass the plate around one more time

Put in your tithe and return to your ugliness

Sing your happiest song for Jesus

You’re singing a different one for every day of the week