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He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire
And he keeps waking up
But it's 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 sent 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
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfi-
Crossfi-

Every mother, every child
For every mother, every child
For every mother, every mother, every brother
That's caught in the crossfi-

Can I trust what I'm given?
When faith still needs a gun
Whose 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?

So Heaven if you sent us down
So we can build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother, and every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfi-
Who's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother, and every child, every brother
Who's caught on the cross

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