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• Artiste: Ben Fuller
• Titre: Other Plans
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I pulled it off the wall and held it in my hands The cold steel and wood turned a boy into a man I held the hammer back, fingers all red from the rust And I knew exactly where daddy hid the shells from us I left a note by the stove saying I wouldn't be too long I didn't want mama to call or come looking where I had gone I been blinded by the pain and I own only had one thought I set off for the woods, pockets jangled while I walked My hands were shaking, oh, so bad I could hardly hold that gun I shoved a round into the magazine It was my last chance to run If this is a cry for help, I'm crying out loud "Help me understand" When I let it go and it hit the ground Turns out God had other plans I felt the hand of God as he led me off that ledge I left the rifle lyin' there in the leaves with my regrets Silhouette still in the paint where it hung up on the wall Reminded me that I was saved when I could have lost it all My hands were shaking, oh, so bad I could hardly hold that gun I shoved a round into the magazine It was my last chance to run If this is a cry for help, I'm crying out loud "Help me understand" When I let it go and it hit the ground Turns out God had other plans My hands were shaking, oh, so bad I could hardly hold that gun I shoved a round into the magazine It was my last chance to run If this is a cry for help then I was crying out loud But now I understand When I let it go and it hit the ground Turns out God had other plans Turns out God had other plans