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LYRICS:
I wish Sunday mornin’ could feel more like Tuesday nights
Twelve steps down to a basement under harsh fluorescent lights
All ages, all races all walks of life at 6PM
Stumblin’ in to keep ourselves from stumbling again

Strangers spilling secrets in a circle without walls
Tryin’ to reach for Jesus ‘stead of drugs and alcohol.

All sittin’ in a grey foldin’ chair
Sippin’ coffee in a white styrofoam cup
Ain’t nobody throwin’ stones up in there
Can’t judge cause we know we all messed up
Ain’t no steeple just broken people
Wearin’ those shame tags on our shirts
Where the truth is, truth heals, more than the truth hurts
That’s more church than church

Suit and tie or tattoo sleeve
Don’t matter wear whatever
Bring your baggage you ain’t got to have it all together
Twenty years without a drop or fresh off of a bender
No need to pretend in a room full of pretenders

Strangers in recovery confessin’ we are weak
Desperate for forgiveness and accountability

One day at a time, One day at a time
Prayin’ Jesus quench our thirst.
That’s more church than church
That’s my kind of church

All sittin’ in a grey foldin’ chair
Sippin’ coffee in a white styrofoam cup
Ain’t nobody throwin’ stones up in here
Cause we all know rock bottom sucks
Ain’t no steeple just broken people
Wearin’ those shame tags on our shirts
Where the truth is, truth is, more than the truth hurts
That’s more church than church

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