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God is made up of all time
They say that Jesus' blood is wine
Makes me go to AA in my mind
I sip and I sip and I say that I am trying
It's the calm before the storm
In my mind before I was born
Silent roar of the dark
The sacred beat of the heart
One day you were born
And you see your mothers face
They slap you on the bottom
And toss you into the race
In the middle of the table we break bread
The pen is for the paper to be bled
It starts with the scripture
And it goes straight to your head
Or does it now?
I'm really trying now
Silent roar of the dark
The sacred beat of the heart
One day you were born
And you see your mothers face
They slap you on the bottom
And toss you into the race
And it won't be for nothing
Even when you don't get paid
Unless your holding onto something
You can't take through the grave
It's the calm before storm
One day you were born
And you see your mothers face
They slap you on the bottom
And toss you into the race
And it won't be for nothing
Even when you don't get paid
Unless your holding onto something
You can't take through the grave
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