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I can`t get no doctor on the phone I`m all over here dying and there ain`t nobody home Lord, what the hell have you done?Why ain`t nobody home on a Sunday?
I can`t find no comfort in my soul Time is fleeting and I`ma growing old Remember, boy, when you were golden And now nobody`s home on a Sunday
I`m glory bound, I`m glory bound I`m flying outta here and I can`t slow down I`m glory bound, I`m glory bound I`m flying outta here and I can`t slow down
Jesus, will you hold `em as they fall? `Cause there ain`t nobody home on a Sunday
I say the only thing that`s real is here and now Search within your heart and the truth is found Lord, if there`s any question they`ll have to wait for Monday `Cause there ain`t nobody home on a Sunday
I`m glory bound, I`m glory bound I`m flying outta here and I can`t slow down I`m glory bound, I`m glory bound Flying outta here and I can`t slow down
Jesus, will you hold `em as they fall? Cause there ain`t nobody home on a Sunday
I`m glory bound, I`m glory bound I`m flying outta here and I can`t slow down I`m glory bound, I`m glory bound I`m flying outta here and I can`t slow down I`m glory bound, I`m glory bound I`m flying outta here and I can`t slow down I`m glory bound, I`m glory bound I`m flying outta here and I can`t slow down
Jesus, will you hold `em as they fall? `Cause there ain`t nobody home on a Sunday
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