Am I foolishness to you
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And is it laughable the things I do
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Can you callused minds see past yourselves to his devine
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Am I foolishness to you
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Can I sing about my maker
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And have you not role your eyes
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Can I weep about my maker
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And the way he died
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I know it don't make sense
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To those who ride the fence
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But I'm so out to cry
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You call it loosening up
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Loosening up
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I call it spiraling down
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Only one thing's the same
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Only one thing remains
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Jesus Jesus
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Can I sing about my maker
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And have you not role your eyes
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Can I weep about my maker
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And the way he died
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I know it don't make sense
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To those who ride the fence
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But I'm so out to cry
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You're all asleep
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You're all asleep
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You're all asleep oh children
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But he's over needed
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You don't see it no
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Can I sing about my maker
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And have you not role your eyes
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Can I weep about my maker
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And the way he died
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I know it don't make sense
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To those who ride the fence
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But I'm so out to cry
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Can I sing about my maker
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And have you not role your eyes
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Can I weep about my maker
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And the way he died
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I know it don't make sense
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To those who ride the fence
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But I'm so out to cry
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Fence Riders
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| Jimmy Needham |
