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It will be great to see you again
Now that the old wounds have mended
I promise I ll be waiting by the door
Unlike so many nights before

That night you found me in the living room
Alone with the bottle I d just consumed
I cried for hours after you had left
Must be hard to forgive
Even harder to forget

So do you recall how to get here?
You might not recognize what you see

Take the 2nd right at the 2nd light
Past Cherry Street, go left
It s the 2nd house with the willow tree
I ll be there, waiting

Now that I ve watched all the seasons change
I ve had time to see where my life had strayed
And through every pain and disbelief
You stood close by
Through my lies, through my deceit

So do you recall how to get here?
You might not recognize what you see

Chorus

Through my selfishness
Couldn t see where you were coming from
It took your leaving to see
To see what I d become
You saw past all the things I d done

Chorus (2x)

I ll be there waiting (2x)
You never forgot how to get here (repeat to end)

Jesus, King of kings
Jesus, King of me
Savior over all the earth and of my family
Your eyes search the world over kings and queens
Looking for a child just like me

Here I am, I m Your child, open arms I will serve You
Here I am, I m Your child, all my days...

Kneel down ye sinners, to
Streetwise religion
Greed s been crowned the new King
Hollywood dream teens
Yesterday s trash queens
Save the blessings for the final ring--AMEN

Take a ride on the wild side
Wild Side

I carry my crucifix
Under my death list
Forward my mail...

I believe You made all that I can see
So everything I want is You alive in me

Pre-Chorus:
Though I may be young
You said Let the children come .

Chorus:
So I will sing
I m not too small to know You Jesus as my Lord
Oh I will sing, I will for You, only...

Stale, day-old, bagels on the counter,
a chance encounter;
everything gets old too soon.
Bitter tasting, sales wasting,
my pockets are empty, not full.

My new clothes are wearing down.
My shoes have fallen off my feet.
Hold on to me so I won t grow old.

You ve always been the other boy, the ugly friend,
the butt...

LILY PEARL STANDIN BY THE WOODSTOVE
COOKIN UP A POT OF FATBACK AND BEANS
APRONS MADE OUTTA MARTHA WHITE FLOUR SACK
THEM WAS THE DAYS WHEN LILY WAS OUEEN

THERE S GONNA BE A FAMILY REUNION
DOWN AROUND LITTE RIVER PARK