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Album:Good Monsters
Jars Of Clay-Oh My God
Words and music by Dan Haseltine, Charlie Lowell, Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark
Oh my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace, and future falls
In present pain
All fools say, "Oh my God"
Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we dont bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase, and rise again
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
Oh my God.
Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away, and a mother cries
Liars and fools; sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say
Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be, maybe I
could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream were better,
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the plunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense
Oh my God
Oh my God
Jars Of Clay-Oh My God
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[00:00.65]8lrc.com 制作
[00:05.65]Album:Good Monsters
[05:50.82][00:10.65]Jars Of Clay-Oh My God
[00:15.65]Words and music by Dan Haseltine, Charlie Lowell, Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark
[00:17.35]Oh my God, look around this place
[00:22.50]Your fingers reach around the bone
[00:28.06]You set the break and set the tone
[00:32.06]Flights of grace, and future falls
[00:38.88]In present pain
[00:43.15]All fools say, \"Oh my God\"
[00:50.46]
[01:04.87]Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
[01:11.66]We make it worse when we dont bleed
[01:16.28]There is no cure for our disease
[01:19.93]Turn a phrase, and rise again
[01:26.16]Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
[01:35.93]Oh my God.
[01:38.71]
[02:00.69]Oh my God, can I complain?
[02:07.03]You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
[02:16.26]Weddings, boats and alibis
[02:22.97]All drift away, and a mother cries
[02:32.23]
[02:38.28]Liars and fools; sons and failures
[02:44.27]Thieves will always say
[02:50.35]Lost and found; ailing wanderers
[02:57.98]Healers always say
[03:02.75]Whores and angels; men with problems
[03:10.45]Leavers always say
[03:15.13]Broken hearted; separated
[03:22.89]Orphans always say
[03:29.00]War creators; racial haters
[03:37.03]Preachers always say
[03:40.07]Distant fathers; fallen warriors
[03:47.70]Givers always say
[03:53.34]Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
[03:59.60]Users always say
[04:05.14]Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
[04:12.14]Saviors always say
[04:19.22]
[04:19.47]Sometimes I cannot forgive
[04:21.91]And these days, mercy cuts so deep
[04:25.57]If the world was how it should be, maybe I
[04:29.49]could get some sleep
[04:30.96]While I lay, I dream were better,
[04:34.18]Scales were gone and faces light
[04:36.99]When we wake, we hate our brother
[04:40.36]We still move to hurt each other
[04:43.52]Sometimes I can close my eyes,
[04:46.11]And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,
[04:52.13]What makes me so badly bent?
[04:55.07]We all have a chance to murder
[04:58.10]We all feel the need for wonder
[05:00.97]We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the plunder
[05:06.84]
[05:07.05]Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
[05:12.74]All the times I thought to reach up
[05:15.71]All the times I had to give
[05:17.98]Babies underneath their beds
[05:20.92]Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
[05:27.50]All the comforts of cathedrals
[05:29.53]All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
[05:34.80]All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense
[05:48.64][05:39.87]
[05:40.30]Oh my God
[05:42.76]Oh my God
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