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• Artiste: Sidewalk Prophets
• Titre: Wrecking Ball
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Father, Father I need to rip out this old tree Father, Father The roots of lust and greed Have grown so deep into this ground I’ve tried so hard to pull them out On my own, they take the best of me [Chorus] I need a wrecking ball Slamming inside my heart Breaking me all apart Tearing the old away Killing the fear in me Until I can finally breathe Even if it hurts so bad that I can’t even stand Take it all, let me fall into Your hands Father, Father You have brought me to my knees Father, Father You long for me to see When I get lost along the path You will fight to bring me back Only You, can make the best of me [Chorus] Hands where mercy lives where grace begins With Your hands knock down all these walls I’m praying I need a wrecking ball Slamming inside my heart Breaking me all apart Tearing the old away Killing the fear in me Until I can finally breathe Even if it hurts so bad that I can’t even stand Take it all, break it all, Take my all Let me fall into Your hands Father, Father I need to rip out this old tree