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the general screams |
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as hes torn out of his dreams |
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now somethings gone terribly wrong |
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the enemy looms on the battlefield |
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but his entire army's gone |
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the gatekeeper chews down his nails |
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now hes startin' upon the bone |
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sturdy foundation all flows like blood |
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and it feels so all alone |
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i watch him as he fumbles with his bullets and his gun |
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i lean down to his ear |
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wrap my hands down around his fear |
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and i tell him, whisper, run run run |
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little ones |
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the fun has just begun |
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long white carpet slung over the clouds |
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where the angels, tight knit, form to pass rumbling crowds |
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feeding coal dust down to the earth |
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just howling at the moon |
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as they cry out for jesus |
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cos they know |
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they know he'll be here soon |
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little ones |
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the fun has just begun |
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so thats the thing about the state we are in |
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looking for jesus in the lost-and-found bin |
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no ones time |
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to pick him up |
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sayin' |
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"sometimes babies die man, lifes just rough" |
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little ones |
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the fun has just begun |
