1, 2, 3It's the sound of it that brings me thereA city locked into a song of prayerThat finds no melodyEvery moment of the working dayThe twitching muscles in each step I takeThe prayer is all of meThat I beThat I beAnywhere that you areThat you areThat I beAnywhere that you areThat you areMaybe I have yet to venture outSee the places that I hear aboutPlanes and trains and carsCarve their lines into a curve like bladesAll I get to are mistakes half madeLeave the door of joyLate into that rideI don't know if I'm just a practicing troublemakerAnyone can understandAnything could really mean anything to youThank youThank youIn the name of JesusThank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.
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