In the hands of the God
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As I sit here in the bed that I made
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It all just comes to me, what I fool I've been
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Thinking endlessly about memories past
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I could a done better to make then last... last
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I gotta hold on to myself
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I gotta take control of myself
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But then all I can do is listen and remember
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As I obsess about why my past was better
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It all just comes to me, what a fool I've been
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I gotta hold on to myself
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I gotta take control of myself
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But then all I can do is listen and remember
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It's in the hands of God now
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There is nothing we can do now except
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Close our eyes and pray with all our hearts
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I gotta hold on to myself
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I gotta take control of myself
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But then all I can do is listen and remember
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It's in the hands of God now
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There is nothing we can do now except
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Close our eyes and pray with all our hearts
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Yeah...
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(Written & lyrics by Eugene Park)
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Eugene Park : Vocal, Electric Violin
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À̱ÙÇü : Guitar
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ÀÌÅÂÀ± : Bass
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°¼öÈ£ : Drums
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ÃÖ½ÂÂù : Keyboard
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In The Hands Of The God
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