Lyrics:
And I was touched by the hand of God
Never knew it
But of course I was
I never hoped to do the things in this world I wanted to
Because everything I own,
shape
But all of them is the same in the end
It's about sensitivity, it's about passion
It's about unconditional giving of self to another person
you only find once in a lifetime
The kind you don't put down
And that's when I called you and it's so hard to explain
But in those photos, I saw us
your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the air
We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
See I'm keepin' all
shape
But all of them is the same in the end
It's about sensitivity, it's about passion
It's about unconditional giving of self to another person
it
Yes, yes, I can see it now
Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel
into something good
I'm gonna take all the broken pieces
And make something beautiful like only I could
So put it all in the hands of the Father
Give
small to me
And I don't dig y'all niggas
So stop callin' me
This ain't a peace sign bitch
It mean two to ya head
You know I'm quick to hit ya partna in
locket full of some girl's hair
And you put it in your pocket
"God, it's pouring down"
Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it's
There's a river running sweat right through our land, through our land,
Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand, in his hand
And I've taken just
would gamble on love
Look you in the eye and never back up
But I saw him crying like a little whipped pup because of love
Can't see it with your
justice, put it in a song
I really hope you play this
'Cause ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off
come to you someday
And I was touched
By the hand of God
Never knew it
But of course I was
I never hoped to do the things in this world
I
So they put a rifle in my hands
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the USA
I was born in the USA
I was born in
soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I was made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side
The First World War, boys
It
chance (by chance)
Give me the strength to understand the things you see that I can't (I can't)
I took all my problems and I put it all in your hands
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for, just
put it in your pocket
"God, it's pouring down"
Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it's down below with the rest of her
too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
The winner takes it all
The loser's standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny
I was in
behind the power that puts a smile on your face
It is love, pure love, it is love
In every book of truth it has been written
That we are measured by
soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I was made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side
The First World War, boys
It
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
I thank God I
relaying all encouraging words
And I was fully grateful mutant messages were heard
Moved on from my despondency and left it in the bed
Do I leave it
a little, oh, yes, indeed
It's plain and simple, I'm far from brittle
Unbreakable, you following?
I'm Bruce Willis in a train wreck
I'm like trading in
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