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St. Mark's Funny Feeling Video (MV)






Peach Pit - St. Mark's Funny Feeling Lyrics
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You said the Sabbath day's coming
I'm already through
I believe that I was staying just for you
What good is anyone, honey?
Without being yours
I did almost all the things I left you for

Wasted away to nothing
Flat out on the floor without you
St. Mark's got him a funny feeling

You've been coming up
But you never looked at me
Was it bad I wanted too much for free
Two hits in a mid-day Sunday
Without being yours
I keep dropping to my knees and crying lord

Wasting away to nothing
Ground down like a stone without you
St. Mark's got him a funny feeling

St. Mark's got him a funny feeling

You keep coming up
All I ever do is flee
I go on this way for long I must be
Two pennies short of one dollar
Frayed, I'm like a rope
With your only fornication at your throat

Wasting away to nothing
On the floor, whoosh, you're gone
Left alone a-singing your song
The way that
St. Mark's got him a funny feeling
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You said the Sabbath day's coming
I'm already through
I believe that I was staying just for you
What good is anyone, honey?
Without being yours
I did almost all the things I left you for

Wasted away to nothing
Flat out on the floor without you
St. Mark's got him a funny feeling

You've been coming up
But you never looked at me
Was it bad I wanted too much for free
Two hits in a mid-day Sunday
Without being yours
I keep dropping to my knees and crying lord

Wasting away to nothing
Ground down like a stone without you
St. Mark's got him a funny feeling

St. Mark's got him a funny feeling

You keep coming up
All I ever do is flee
I go on this way for long I must be
Two pennies short of one dollar
Frayed, I'm like a rope
With your only fornication at your throat

Wasting away to nothing
On the floor, whoosh, you're gone
Left alone a-singing your song
The way that
St. Mark's got him a funny feeling
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Writer: Michael Pascuzzi, Peter Wilton, Christopher Vanderkooy, Neil Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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