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God, I never saw this coming
Did you see this coming around
So tired of myself, so tired of feeling like I let You down

CHORUS
Have the angels take a message to the skies
I¡¯m lost without You, it¡¯s no surprise
I¡¯m falling down one more time
Holding back nothing

Always wish I was someone else
Do I make You wish that now
I¡¯m nothing without You
And maybe the worst part is
That¡¯s been all right with me

CHORUS

Will I come up swinging?
Will I stand up stronger?
Will I fall down screaming?
I can¡¯t take this any longer
I don¡¯t understand, but then I took Your hand
And nothing was the same again

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To The Skies
Everyday Sunday



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