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Give You Praise Even Til The End Of Days


Take a stroll to my world, to another place To a new dimension, similar to outer space Tell me do you smell the taste or maybe taste the smell Prospects so complex like a microscopic cell In a mental jail cell with shackles on my feet Only hear them folks talking walking through these lonely streets Incomplete, God, it feels like somethings missing And I don't know what it is I'm in constant reminiscence Speculations so profound that they sound like delusions Like I'm blind to the facts I stay lost with confusion I can't call it my mind is filled with doubt And sometimes I don't even know what I'm really talking about Tell me am I lost forever for the worst or for the better I need You by my side cuz I can't get my life together Father God, I just want to give you praise And just glorify your name even till the end of days
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