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• Artiste: Ty Tabor
• Titre: The Truth
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Summer wind blowing the grass on a hill When was the last time that I stood still? The wondering comes and goes, but it's sometimes clear I look for the Voice that will move like the wind I pray that I don't blow it off again The rumbling man and my eyes have me trying not to hear And I'm hoping there's nothing to fear Let the truth set me free Yesterday tries to remind me to see Over the towers The place I must be The lock on the door when it opens the room with the key I complicate matters believing in man Forgetting to look at the misshapen plans It points at the one thing that sometimes is easy to see That's not always how it should be Fascinated Complicated Super-Ego's been inflated Wonder why we hide inside and die And should we all believe a lie . . . Sunday I went to the "Church of the Hair" Just like the boardwalk or a big county fair I watch the commercial and try hard to just take it in He said, "Just believe and get anything A red Lamborghini A big diamond ring Don't worry about the hungry and poor We can pray for them" And I wonder what God thinks of him