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Sunday Stars

Steve Stout
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All those Sunday stars with their beefed up guitars All the things they'd do to get a piece of you Do it just in case nothing takes its place All those Sunday stars with their big shiny cars Linin up to get your head straight Nobody knows where we go Must be nice to see it so right Nobody knows where we go All those Sunday stars with their beat up guitars For the life of me don't know where they got their scars Barely got it ten feet from their car All those Sunday stars with their know-it-all charm Linin up to get your head straight Nobody knows where we go Must be nice to see it so right Nobody knows where we go Tryin to save themselves by being someone else What a thing to do A pants chain on a leather frame A scolding point of view from a carpeted pew Think I caught a whiff or two Of the god they made All those sunday stars with their brand new guitars All the things they'd do to get a piece of you Linin up to get your head straight Nobody knows where we go Must be nice to see it so right Nobody knows where we go Linin up to get your head straight Nobody knows where we go Must be nice to see it so right Nobody knows where we go