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Evel Knievel
03:22
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Sticks & Stones
03:58
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If you scratch my back I will tap my feet
When my toes touch the earth
They will keep that beat
And that beat will resonate like angelic fear
So don’t you hesitate now
When that music hits your ear
I wanna be a child again
Gotta get out gotta get out of my skin
You took me away from sin
To a place where no one knows what naked is
I was stopped along the road when this flower said to me
“Why the long face, sir?”
“What is your worry?”
I said “I haven’t been paid for 7 weeks!”
He said “Don’t you be afraid, son!”
“Take a good look at me”
I wanna be a child again
Gotta get out gotta get out of my skin
You took me away from sin
To a place where no one knows what naked is
To a place where no one knows what naked is
Sticks and stones can break my bones
but your Word it soothes me
And man, like drones, is predictable
but you set us free!
To a place where no one knows what naked is
To a place where no one knows what naked is
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No War
03:06
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no war, no war, no war anymore
i’m born, reborn, reborn forevermore.
something more, something more, something more in store.
that’s what i’m begging, keep on begging, keep on begging Him for.
it’s a life-long journey. it’s a life-long road. undulations, ever-changing.
calling me home.
embrace your place. embrace your time. look for His face.
walk that line.
no war x ∞
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It Did Not Happen
06:22
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Please come back
Help me to follow where I lack
Please come back
I turned black
After a dozen or more collapsed
I turned black
Railroad track
With my mind attached
Taking me all the way into the desert
I can't tell
How it will end up oh well
I can't tell
What it comes down to despite all the things I do
Just out of reach that life that I pursue
I made some big ole plans and worked em with my hands
And when I looked for them to bloom
It Did Not Happen
Dreadful dread
Seems my mind's gone to my head
Dreadful dread
What You said:
"Deny yourself and follow me instead"
Then You bled
Then You bled, oh no
Then You bled
What it comes down to despite all the things I do
Just out of reach that life that I pursue
I made some big ole plans and I worked them with my hands
And when I looked for them to bloom...
What I oughta do is lay all my plans on You
Let my life be what You want it to
Everything I plan commit into Your hands
And if it's meant for it to bloom
It will...
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The Adults Los Angeles, California
The Adults are a coordinated effort of notes and rhythmic themes aimed at bringing good news. Genuine from day one, the
spirit of the band has always been one of truth. Fused in the dystopian enclaves of Los Angeles, the Adults have made it their mission to alleviate stress and edify hearts with their pretense-less, pure-toned, stylings.
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