May 2014
A billion believers.
We're running like cheetahs.
Away from the fight
And into your arms.
They pray every night
There is no more harm.
But everyday,
The terror grows tough
We're running like cheetahs.
Away from the fight
And into your arms.
They pray every night
There is no more harm.
But everyday,
The terror grows tough
(Texas)
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