Baby I'll be your soldier. Gladly, I'll do your bidding
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Just a taste of what your holding, for just a taste you could own me.
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Save your sermons for someone thats afraid to love.
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I'll be right here, lying in the hands of God.
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Here it comes, diving into me.
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Now the floor is the ceiling.
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If you never flew why would you, cut the wings off a butterfly? Fly.
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Save your sermons for someone that's afraid to love.
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If you knew what I feel then you couldn't be so sure.
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I'll be right here lying in the hands of God.
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If you feel angels in your head, tear drops of joy runs down your face, you will rise.
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Fillin' me up, now drain me
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Skin begins to grow back slowly,
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faster until I'm choking.
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I really should call my mother, mother.
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Save your sermons for someone that's afraid to love.
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If you knew what I feel then you couldn't be so sure.
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I'll be right here lying in the hands of God.
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I am in love with nothing less.
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Tear drops of joy runs off my face,
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I will rise.
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For someone thats afraid to love.
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If you knew what I feel, then you couldn't be so sure.
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I'll be right here lying in the hands of God.
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Now the floor is the ceiling.
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If you never flew, why would you?
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Lying In The Hands Of God
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| Dave Matthews Band and Dave Matthews |
