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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Sunday Suit”

• Shun me I've done you wrong. Mocked you and broke your home. Carried on as a king to throne. I know, I loathed. I've reconciled my faith with no way to explain where it comes from. Heard out suspicious ways, forwent the drowning pain. Oh, and I've had mine Sunday suit never fit quite right, maybe why I never saw your light. Fear had its grip for quite sometime, so I obeyed and lied. Listen, don't hear this wrong, you've taught me what I know. Though I'm not what you want, I've found peace on my own. Sunday suit never fit quite right, maybe why I left Siddhartha style. I choose a path of open minds, am I damned for it? I know the evils of mankind and I keep far from them. Do all I can to grow inside. Judge me for that.

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