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Big Country Your Spirit To Me

still rolled, no mountain fell The sun still rose, the moon as well I was undone, some kind of free The day you sent your spirit to me I ran and looked

I feel like the track was made by Lucifer But my spirit so big, like my lyrics is; a message out to Christopher I'm out in the tropical and you niggas

see you on the beach On your knees Spilling more salt in an Already dead sea Run away with me again Time for us to grow Run away with me again All of

I A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got

and the quiet country towns Working together like spokes inside a wheel They keep this country turning around Hello Kansas wheat field farmer, let me thank you for your

me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to act

and the quiet country towns Working together like spokes inside a wheel They keep this country turning around Hello Kansas wheat field farmer, let me thank you for your

feeling me rushing up in your country percussion No woman gets struck in the boundaries Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release

when those other clowns disappear Taught me how to set the scope, shoot and leave with the deer Man made me drink the blood and showed me life was precious