See me moving without warning. Fast as mt legs can run and I'm hanging by a thin wire, been that way since I was young Only the good Lord got his reasons, for turning on his own son. And he beat up on me real bad. Bad as a dog can be He took every smile that I had And he threw it all back at me Only the good Lord got his reasons, Make yo cry until your eyes can't see Well he burned down all that I had And he left me beat and blind Oh he dealt me pain and sorrow And every fear that he could find When the good Lord talked to Jesus Guess I ain't what he had in mind Oh when the good Lord talked to Jesus I guess I ain't what he had in mind
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