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, life's just rough"
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Little ones
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The fun has just begun
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Fun Has Just Begun
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| The Devil Makes Three |
