[00:26.30]He’d trade his guns for love
[00:28.88]But he’s caught in the crossfire
[00:32.26]And he keeps wakin’ up
[00:34.97]But it’s not to the sound of birds
[00:37.54]
[00:38.36]The tyranny, the violent streets
[00:41.64]Deprived of all that we’re blessed with
[00:44.54]And we can’t get enough, no
[00:48.28]
[00:48.78]Heaven if you sent us down
[00:51.46]So we could build a playground
[00:55.20]For the sinners to play as saints
[00:58.31]You’d be so proud of what we’ve made
[01:00.73]
[01:00.88]I hope you got some beds around
[01:03.76]‘Cause you’re the only refuge now
[01:07.42]For every mother, every child, every brother
[01:12.42]That’s caught in the crossfire
[01:14.34]Ahh ahh ahh
[01:18.87]That’s caught in the crossfire
[01:21.07]Ahh ahh ahh
[01:26.53]
[01:29.36]I’d trade my luck to know,
[01:32.08]Why he’s caught in the crossfire
[01:35.46]And I’m here wakin’ up
[01:38.37]To the sun and the sound of birds
[01:40.92]
[01:41.51]Society’s anxiety,
[01:44.70]Deprives of all that we’re blessed with
[01:47.75]We just can’t get enough, no!
[01:51.20]
[01:51.85]Heaven if you sent us down
[01:54.68]So we could build a playground
[01:58.28]For the sinners to play as saints
[02:01.40]You’d be so proud of what we’ve made
[02:03.85]
[02:04.03]I hope you got some beds around
[02:07.01]‘Cause you’re the only refuge now
[02:10.63]For every mother, every child, every brother
[02:16.07]
[02:16.56]Who’s caught in the crossfire!
[02:18.44]Ahh ahh ahh
[02:23.00]That’s caught in the crossfire
[02:26.84]Ahh ahh ahh ohh Ahh ahh ahh ooh..
[02:46.04]
[03:02.94]Can I trust what I’m given?
[03:06.44]When faith still needs a gun
[03:09.54]Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
[03:14.21]
[03:15.08]And I can’t see from the backseat
[03:18.17]So I’m asking from above
[03:21.32]Can I trust what I’m given, even when it cuts?
[03:26.63]
[03:28.50]So Heaven if you sent us down
[03:31.56]So we could build a playground
[03:36.24]For the sinners to play as saints
[03:39.83]You’d be so proud of what we made
[03:42.26]I hope you got some beds around
[03:45.23]‘Cause you’re the only refuge now
[03:48.53]
[03:48.78]For every mother, every child, every brother
[03:53.85]Who’s caught in the crossfire
[04:00.52]Who’s caught in the crossfire
[04:06.63]Who’s caught in the crossfire
[04:11.81](woah Who’s caught in the cross-fire-fire)
[04:19.43]Who’s caught on the cross
[04:21.05]
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He’d trade his guns for love
But he’s caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakin’ up
But it’s not to the sound of birds
The tyranny, the violent streets
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with
And we can’t get enough, no
Heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You’d be so proud of what we’ve made
I hope you got some beds around
‘Cause you’re the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That’s caught in the crossfire
Ahh ahh ahh
That’s caught in the crossfire
Ahh ahh ahh
I’d trade my luck to know,
Why he’s caught in the crossfire
And I’m here wakin’ up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society’s anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with
We just can’t get enough, no!
Heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You’d be so proud of what we’ve made
I hope you got some beds around
‘Cause you’re the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
Who’s caught in the crossfire!
Ahh ahh ahh
That’s caught in the crossfire
Ahh ahh ahh ohh Ahh ahh ahh ooh..
Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun
Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see from the backseat
So I’m asking from above
Can I trust what I’m given, even when it cuts?
So Heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
‘Cause you’re the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
Who’s caught in the crossfire
Who’s caught in the crossfire
Who’s caught in the crossfire
(woah Who’s caught in the cross-fire-fire)
Who’s caught on the cross