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Come, smash up your seats tonight
Slippin’on wine
I’m fine
The music keeps me up all night
Cause I’m full of lust
Come with us
Run for your lives
I’m only lonely when the music’s over
Lonely when you’re going home
We don’t celebrate Sundays anymore
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
My good church is not open on Sundays
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
Touched, touched by that amazing sound
My blood begins to boil
A celebration to the night
Cause I’m full of lust
Come with us
Let’s spend the night
There’s no, no religion in my house
No thick people in my house
We don't celebrate Sundays anymore
Come, smash up your seats tonight
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
I said come, celebration to the night
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
I said come, smash up your seats tonight
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
I said come, celebration to the night
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
Slippin’on wine
I’m fine
The music keeps me up all night
Cause I’m full of lust
Come with us
Run for your lives
I’m only lonely when the music’s over
Lonely when you’re going home
We don’t celebrate Sundays anymore
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
My good church is not open on Sundays
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
Touched, touched by that amazing sound
My blood begins to boil
A celebration to the night
Cause I’m full of lust
Come with us
Let’s spend the night
There’s no, no religion in my house
No thick people in my house
We don't celebrate Sundays anymore
Come, smash up your seats tonight
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
I said come, celebration to the night
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
I said come, smash up your seats tonight
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
I said come, celebration to the night
(we don't celebrate Sundays)
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