Temptation
3:46 in the mornin
Tossin and turnin
Cant sleep
Bad things runnin through my head
Everything may as well be turnin red
My life is runnin down deep
No more excuses
My life is just getting bruises
I need to lay my life down
And come up to Christ
Man, i need to get rid of my heist
Before in to hell I drown
Father, I know you wont slam
But you'll take me as I am
Right now
You always send love
Just like a white dove
But how?
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