Sneaker Pimps - Wasted Early Sunday Morning
You're Not The Sun
It's Just A Light
Waking On A Sunday Morning
You're Not The Church
It's Just The Bells
Ringing Sweetly Through The House
And If This Sense Of Mind
You Got An Answer
And I Am Not This Rare
You're Still In Reach
I Please Myself
Wasted Early Sunday Morning
You're Not My Lead
You're Just My Help
Tuck Me In Just Denied
And In This State Of Mind
You Want A Want
Nothing Close To What I Need
I Breath You In
Breath You In
Breath You In
Breath You In
Breath You In
You Suit Yourself
Lose Myself
Breaking Up A Sunday Morning
You're Not The Sun
You're Not My Church
I Still Hold Some Self Control
But In This Sense Of Mind
Still Too High
With No Hands
I Breath You In
Breath You In
Breath You In
Breath You In
Breath You In
(i Breath You
I Breath You
I Breath You
I Breath You
I Breath You)
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