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Tracks for this song are from the Original Master Recording.
Verse 1
I wish Sunday morningCould feel more like Tuesday nightsTwelve steps down to a basementUnder harsh fluorescent lightsAll ages all racesAll walks of life at six PMStumbling in to keep ourselvesFrom stumbling again
Pre Chorus 1
Strangers spilling secrets in a circle without wallsTryin’ to reach for JesusInstead of drugs and alcohol
Chorus
All sitting in a grey folding chairSipping coffee in a white styrofoam cupAin't nobody throwing stones up in hereCan't Judge cause we know we all messed upAin't No steeple just broken peopleWearing those shame tags on our shirtsWhere the thruth is thruth healsMore than the thruth hurtsThats more church than church
Verse 2
Suit and tie or tattoo sleeveDon’t matter wear whateverBring your baggage you ain’t gotTo have it all togetherTwenty years without a dropOr fresh off of a benderNo need to pretendIn a room full of pretenders
Pre Chorus 2
Strangers in recoveryConfessin’ we are weakDesperate for forgiveness and accountability
Refrain
One day at a timeOne day at a timePraying Jesus quench our thirstThat’s my kind of church
Bridge
So where the truth isTruth is more than the truth hurtsSo where the truth isTruth is more than the truth hurts
All sitting in a grey folding chairSipping coffee in a white styrofoam cupAin't nobody throwing stones up in hereCause we all know rock bottom sucksAin't No steeple just broken peopleWearing those shame tags on our shirtsWhere the thruth is thruth healsMore than the thruth hurtsThats more church than church
One day at a timeOne day at a timePraying Jesus quench our thirstThats more church than church
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