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waiting on a train you may be in paris dancing on a stage or shooting the curl in bali or down south drinking sweet tea you may be glued to the television as happy as larry
giving up the ghost you may be a short order cook fixing grits and toast whenever wherever whoever you are let it be plain to see it's time to reach for something higher everybody hears the need
all you boys and all you girls tune in till ya drown the noise all you girls and all you boys
let it lift the woebegone tune it in around the world all you boys and all you girls
or it may be your last as a kid you couldn't wait to get old now the years fly by to fast whenever wherever whoever you are let it be plain to see no time no place nobody but you will keep you from your knees
let the choir fire up and over the renewal of our minds is never over till it's over
that's where our hearts will be so take my will and set me tuning into you tuning outta me. Bio * Albums & Songs *Visit the Newsboys Music Store |
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