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Apr 2017
I woke up this mornin
I swear I died
Well I died this mornin
My eyes opened up wide
And I saw God
And I saw that none of us are perfect.
....
As loud as a church bell I heard it
Everybody in this life is wrong.
...
Well stay up out my business you God
I known that since the day I was born
...
And ever since that day
I been beaten down and worn
On the day that I die
There'll be no me left to mourn
...
Between the trees those leaves
Walkin with the wind
Don't talk about those trees no more
Written by
mike
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