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God, I admit I haven't changed Playing card houses still covering my landscape I never expected You to stay When I'm grabbing for these crumbs and cold loose change I feel Your grace come running over every road I love the way You're calling overflow I feel Your grace come running over every road You break the floodgates down and carry all God, I admit that I've loved these chains And crawling around this cage sometimes has its advantages I know someday this could get old And I'll need Your healing water to find my home. Jars of Clay Bio*Discography* VISIT OUR JARS OF CLAY STORE |
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