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Empty church chairs Keep the light on upstairs You said You had a plan But here's the moving van And I wonder why I ever cried To leave these halls and whitewashed walls And learn to be. Woodgrain runs through the patterns of my youth And I keep running from the truth Those hundred and eighty eyes were blind To what they put me through The truth, the truth I just keep running from You. Dewy morning haze Lazy pajama days We just need perspective To find our real objective And I wonder why I ever tried To fit myself into that shell They made of me. Woodgrain runs through the patterns of my youth And I keep running from the truth Those hundred and eighty eyes were blind To what they put me through The truth, the truth I just keep running from You. I can play the victim well Walking on the line between Heaven and Hell We're living in this great divide Of time and space and sin and pride To take a stand you will need nerve So choose today who you will serve. Woodgrain runs through the patterns of my youth And I keep running from the truth Those hundred and eighty eyes were blind To what they put me through The truth, the truth The truth The truth is that I can't stop running from You.
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:03 PM UTC
Woodgrain (Song)
Empty church chairs Keep the light on upstairs You said You had a plan But here's the moving van And I wonder why I ever cried To leave these halls and whitewashed walls And learn to be. Woodgrain runs through the patterns of my youth And I keep running from the truth Those hundred and eighty eyes were blind To what they put me through The truth, the truth I just keep running from You. Dewy morning haze Lazy pajama days We just need perspective To find our real objective And I wonder why I ever tried To fit myself into that shell They made of me. Woodgrain runs through the patterns of my youth And I keep running from the truth Those hundred and eighty eyes were blind To what they put me through The truth, the truth I just keep running from You. I can play the victim well Walking on the line between Heaven and Hell We're living in this great divide Of time and space and sin and pride To take a stand you will need nerve So choose today who you will serve. Woodgrain runs through the patterns of my youth And I keep running from the truth Those hundred and eighty eyes were blind To what they put me through The truth, the truth The truth The truth is that I can't stop running from You.
Copyright 9/13/14 by B. E. McComb
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be-mccomb
25/F
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:03 PM UTC
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