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Sunday Thoughts
Sitting in a pew
Preacher speaks his lies
A bird hits the window
And slowly it dies.
Twidling my thumbs
In my pretty pink dress
I can't help but think
The bird has it best.
Sitting in a pew
Preacher speaks his lies
A bird hits the window
And slowly it dies.
Twidling my thumbs
In my pretty pink dress
I can't help but think
The bird has it best.
