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The Problem Of Evil Lyrics - Artist : To Kill A King
Preacher said fuck you God
I'm coming for you It's just one of those days when You didn't come through The warrior preaches love Blessings, they're for all This coffins way too small Let me know [x6] Your plans, so men could understand the things you don't do The preacher took off his coat, Dragged a dark color from his throat, Wrung his hands in despair, Sparked his cigarette and smoked Breathing fire, spitting fumes On every word he choked If upon this beach we walked And you carried me when I was lost And oh Lord let me be 'Cause I'm struggling to see The plan and your majesty Let me know [x6] Your plans, so men could understand the things you don't do For doubt has grown in me For doubt has grown in me |
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