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Evin Nazya
Evin Nazya
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Evin Nazya
Evin Nazya
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Let's raise a toast Before it don't matter Forgive at the most But do you get over it I don't wanna be so bitter But I got a lot of hurt to bandage Someone knock me off my high horse Cause Jesus, I need You the same I'm not tryna disregard what he did to me Nah, that hurt like hell (Hurt like hell) I could keep it pretty, pretty But I'd rather let you know just how it felt, God Still You came and saved me from myself Promised through sickness and in health Maybe I should take the bitter off the shelf And make space for the love That you promised above that You'd give Minimum shelf life, yeah (Take the bitter off the shelf, now) Minimum, yeah (Minimum shelf life, shelf life) My God, I'm in pain (Can't You see my pain) Please tell me You see this (Tell me You see this) Revenge ain't the way Ain't my back to pay (Ain't my back to pay) I don't wanna be so bitter But I got a lot of hurt to bandage, yeah Someone knock me off my high horse Cause Jesus, I need you the same, yeah I won't ever disregard what he did to me Nah, that hurt like hell (Help me God, that hurt like hell) Don't need to keep it pretty, pretty Cause you know exactly just how bad it felt, God Still You came and saved me from myself (Thank You for saving me from myself) Promised through sickness and in health Maybe I should take the bitter off the shelf (Take the bitter off the shelf, God) And make space for the love That you promised above that You'd give (My God) You came and saved me from myself Promised through sickness and in health Maybe I should take the bitter off the shelf (Cause You don't tolerate bitter) And make space for the love That you promised above that You'd give Divine intervention's the only sure way I'll forgive But no matter the hurt I know I'm called to love him through it
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