[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

             
You said the S


abbath day's c

oming
            
I'm already th


rough
            
I believe that

           
 I was staying

           
 just for you
             
What good is a


nyone, honey?
            
Without being 


yours
            
I did almost a

           
ll the things 

            
I left you for

[Chorus 1]


Wasted away to

 nothing
             
Flat out on th

              
e floor withou

       
t you
            
St. Mark's got

        
 him a funny f

eeling

[Verse 2]

           
You've been co

ming up
             
But you never 

          
looked at me
            
Was it bad I w

            
anted too much

     
 for free
             
Two hits in a 


mid-day Sunday
             
Without being 

 
yours
            
I keep droppin

            
g to my knees 

           
and crying lor

d

[Chorus 2]


Wasting away t

o nothing
            
Ground down li

              
ke a stone wit

            
hout you
            
St. Mark's got

       
 him a funny f

eeling

[Solo]

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St. Mark's got

 him a funny f

eeling

[Verse 3]

        
You keep comin

g up
             
All I ever do 

   
is flee
            
I go on this w

            
ay for long I 

     
must be
             
Two pennies sh


ort of one dol

lar
             
Frayed, I'm li

     
ke a rope
            
With your only

            
 fornication a

          
t your throat

[Outro]


Wasting away t

o nothing

On the floor, 

whoosh, you're

 gone
            
Left alone a-s

              
inging your so


ng, the way th

at

St. Mark's got

 him a funny f

eeling

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