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    He'd trade his guns for love
    But he's caught in the crossfire
    And he keeps wakin' up
    But its not to the sound of birds

    The tyranny, the violent streets
    Deprived of all that we're blessed with
    And we can't get enough, no

    Heaven if you send us down
    So we could build a playground
    For the sinners to play as saints
    You'd be so proud of what we've made
    I hope you got some beds around

    Cuz' you're the only refuge now
    For every mother
    Every child
    Every brother
    Who's caught in the crossfire
    Who's caught in the crossfire

    I'd trade my luck to know
    Why he's caught in the crossfire
    And I'm here wakin' up
    To the sun and sound of birds

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    Society's, anxiety
    Deprived of all that we're blessed with
    We just can't get enough

    Heaven if you send us down
    So we could build a playground
    For the sinners to play as saints
    You'd be so proud of what we've made
    I hope you got some beds around

    Cuz' you're the only refuge now
    For every mother
    Every child
    Every brother
    Who's caught in the crossfire
    Who's caught in the crossfire

    Can I trust what I'm given
    When faith still needs a gun
    Who's ammunition
    Justifies the wrong

    And I can't see, from the backseat
    So I'm asking from above
    Can I trust what I'm given
    Even when it cuts

    Heaven if you send us down
    So we could build a playground
    For the sinners to play as saints
    You'd be so proud of what we've made
    I hope you got some beds around

    Cuz' you're the only refuge now
    For every mother
    Every child
    Every brother
    Who's caught in the crossfire
    Who's caught in the crossfire

    Who's caught in the crossfire
    Who's caught in the crossfire

    Who's caught on the cros

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    Composition: Stephen

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