by The Hinsons
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| Intro |
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| There you a | re at the b | ottom of dis | aster |
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| Beyond your | tear filled eyes the world goes by caught up in their | laughter. |
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| You're not at | all alright, but i | n their sight that's what they | suppose. |
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| But up above your moan, h | igh on his throne, | God in heaven k | nows. |
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| Instrumental |
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| You fought | hard to | keep the hurt for | showin' |
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| You never | lost that fight, in broad daylight, so it's not their fault not |
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| knowin' |
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| And only | you can taste the | tears that trace from the Canyons of your | soul |
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| But that same | stabbing pain that | you now claim | , God in heaven | knows. |
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| You will | smile at him. Just call on him for God in heaven kn | ows. |