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The End of the World
Floating Stones, and broken bones.
Misread threats that are left alone.
Today is the day I’m coming home,
and I’m as nervous as the Devil in a thunderstorm.
It’s running through mind “I’m gonna be ok,”
Sprinting through my head that, “tomorrow is another day,”
and I could wait for another day, to go home.
Cuz tomorrow isn’t promised, and I’ve got nothing to lose,
Cuz when I come running, I come running to you.
Sinking steps in a quicksand yard,
As I look to find my path, it don’t end very far ahead,
and as I turn around my steps are sinking in.
Well I’m like a man on the street with no hands signing songs to a world with no eyes,
I need to find a true trade in this world of lies.
and tomorrow isn’t promised, and I’ve got nothing to lose,
and when I come running, I come running to you.
yeah tomorrow isn’t promised, and I’ve got nothing to lose,
and when I come running, I come running to you.
Well it’s like a clock ticking back in a time machine,
Set to return to 1917
To stop this world from growing any older,
And I was a thought, even then, in the head of a God that I can’t comprehend.
And I can’t go home until his will is done in my life and in him, I’m made strong.
Cuz tomorrow isn’t promised and I got nothing to lose,
cuz when I come running I come running to you.
To you.
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