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In the hands of the God

As I sit here in the bed that I made
It all just comes to me, what I fool I've been
Thinking endlessly about memories past
I could a done better to make then last... last

I gotta hold on to myself
I gotta take control of myself
But then all I can do is listen and remember

As I obsess about why my past was better
It all just comes to me, what a fool I've been

I gotta hold on to myself
I gotta take control of myself
But then all I can do is listen and remember

It's in the hands of God now
There is nothing we can do now except
Close our eyes and pray with all our hearts

I gotta hold on to myself
I gotta take control of myself
But then all I can do is listen and remember

It's in the hands of God now
There is nothing we can do now except
Close our eyes and pray with all our hearts
Yeah...

(Written & lyrics by Eugene Park)
Eugene Park : Vocal, Electric Violin
À̱ÙÇü : Guitar
ÀÌÅÂÀ± : Bass
°­¼öÈ£ : Drums
ÃÖ½ÂÂù : Keyboard

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In The Hands Of The God
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