Well the lights go down in Brooklyn
As she’s walking out
Father, into Your courts I will enter
Maker of Heaven and
I did my time, I paid my price
For all these
You can blame it on the small things
You can blame
Look behind you
Avoid the shadows
Watch your back now
Make your breathing
Lord I come into your Holy place.
Stand in awe, of
Jesus I come to You
In my heart I bow my
She has no problem with secrets
She knows how to keep
I've been beaten down, I've been kicked around,
But she
God of Mercy,
show your mighty hand.
God of wonder,
breathe
Should’ve kissed you there
I should’ve held your face
I should’ve
I’m sick of cleaning up the mess you left behind
What
I turn my head
I can’t shake the look you gave
And
Oh it's one more year of waiting,
One more month of
Well I’d go house to house and knock on every
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