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There's a man who's daughter had died
I believe it was in Gainsville
Bought a cooler and he put her inside
Went to Brownsville Revival

Asked the congregation
If they could bring her back for him
He was looking for a miracle
But it just didn't happen
Just wouldn't happen

The chameleons(?)
cling to the screen
Beaches like snow
Holy Ghost dreams

And the Brownsville Revival
Gonna save every single soul
So send your dead children
So they could revive them
from the grave

everyone kneel down and pray

And the gulf of mexico
It's a clear and aqua blue
And the clouds are whispy and low
Next to the redblood, rusted you (?)

From the lights of pensacola
Through the rush of the navy jets
They were waiting for the rapture
But it hadn't happened yet
Place your bets

And as a man with a cross
Stands on the bridge
Glaring at the traffic
Wonder what it did

And the Brownsville Revival
Gonna save every single soul
So send your dead children
So they could revive them
from the grave

everyone kneel down and pray

everyone kneel down and pray (to end)
There's a man who's daughter had died   I believe it was in Gainsville   Bought a cooler and he put her inside   Went to Brownsville Revival      Asked the congregation   If they could bring her back for him   He was looking for a miracle   But it just didn't happen   Just wouldn't happen      The chameleons(?)   cling to the screen   Beaches like snow   Holy Ghost dreams      And the Brownsville Revival   Gonna save every single soul   So send your dead children   So they could revive them   from the grave      everyone kneel down and pray      And the gulf of mexico   It's a clear and aqua blue   And the clouds are whispy and low   Next to the redblood, rusted you (?)      From the lights of pensacola   Through the rush of the navy jets   They were waiting for the rapture   But it hadn't happened yet   Place your bets      And as a man with a cross   Stands on the bridge   Glaring at the traffic   Wonder what it did      And the Brownsville Revival   Gonna save every single soul   So send your dead children   So they could revive them   from the grave      everyone kneel down and pray      everyone kneel down and pray (to end)