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Taking Back Sunday Faith

You might lose your faith in science You might lose your faith in wealth You might lose your faith in Jesus Or lose faith in yourself. But when I let

: Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh You might lose your faith in science You might lose your faith in wealth You might lose your faith in Jesus, oh Or lose faith in

: Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh You might lose your faith in science You might lose your faith in wealth You might lose your faith in Jesus, oh Or lose faith in

Marc Jordan/John Capek) Down below on Baker Street Lay your head back On this field of dreams And close your eyes There's a few that find love On Sundays

to give more then I take For Heavens sake I keep on smiling No matter what comes my way And I may be passin' out on Friday night But come Sunday I

't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami an' back When I tear through

bad that way Can't you hear her, she's that sweet missing songbird? When the choir sings on Sundays and I'm almost busted But I bought back the jewelery

selling your cold hollow faith (You're still lying to me, you're still lying to me) Oh, next time your standing on that stage And selling your cold hollow faith

of the Dead they keep spinning around and around and die day by day for the Master of Death Sundays at the church repenting for their sinning speaking words of faith