I'm stepping on the gas
To take a drive through the thunder storm
I won't see my face again to live in due form
Forgive what I did it before
It was rose without thorn
I bet you think sometimes I'm not torn
In this cruel world when we were born

Hey Lord
Hey Lord

I used to think that God would make me rise
As true love should have put me into light
How long must we run and hide?
Have you flow like a satellite?
How can we think you give us love
When you let them suffer slights?

Hey Lord
Hey Lord

Are you really going under?
I'm not going under

Take me somewhere I can breath
Get me straight if you must preach
Leave me alone in a love embrace
Let me try not to fall from grace

Are you really going under?
I'm not going under

Hey Lord
 

 

 

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