Teeter Totter
I washed myself, I watched myself
I've cleaned hurts so deep.
I told myself, I mold myself.
I've lost the balance of my feet.
Teeter, totter, teeter, totter
Where do you stand?
Drinks Saturday nights
Sunday Bible in your hands
Teeter, totter, teeter, totter
Where do you stand?
I lost myself, I stopped myself
I finally came clean
I want myself, I love myself
I found the greater me
Teeter, totter, teeter, totter
Where do you stand?
Lord, lift me up now
I trust where I will land.
Teeter, totter, teeter, totter
Where do you stand?
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