| I’m through with sand in my eyes because of weather and wind
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| Seemed like a tropic paradise -- I remember movin' in
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| This life hasn’t turned out quite the way I thought it would be
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| (Tell me what you want)
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| I want a brand new house -- one that’s never gonna drift
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| Or collapse whenever the rains fall in
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| And I think time’s come to give up this sandbox dream
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| (Yeah, so what you need)
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| I need to get it started -- I’ll begin it
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| With a big flat layer of bedrock in it
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| Gonna fortify my house like Matthew 7 counsels me
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| (Built better, done right)
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| I’ve got a new toolbox called the Word of God
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| And I’ll start on top of the Solid Rock
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| Cause it’s Extreme Human Makeover time for me
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| (So how you gonna do it)
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| I’m gonna change this life before it’s in flames
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| I’ll even call Ty here to trade my space
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| Cause we all just gotta get a big rocky start
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| So we can build our house without a shifting yard
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| It don’t come easy, but it’s dug down deep
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| The walls stay standing and the steps won’t creak
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| And we’ll hang tough in the cruelest storms
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| When you see high winds on the news reports
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| Every good homebuilder doesn’t wind up scared
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| Cause it’s way more sturdy than the beach down there
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| And, hey, hey, I’m gonna need a rocky start
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| Hey, hey, I’m gonna need a rocky start
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| I wanna build a great, white palace with stuff that lasts
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| So I can make a Taj Mahal and not a big sandcastle
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| Not with stubble, wood, or grass just like in First Corinthians 3
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| (I'll have a casa de Dios, uh huh)
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| I’m gonna bless my house with the greatest plans
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| He said in John 14: 2 there’s plenty more mansions
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| Decorate with silver, gold, and precious stones provided for me
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| (So how you gonna do it?)
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| I’m gonna change change this life before it’s in flames
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| I’ll even call Ty here to trade my space
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| Cause we all just gotta get a big rocky start
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| So we can build our house without a shifting yard
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| It don’t come easy, but it’s dug down deep
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| The walls stay standing and the steps won’t creak
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| And we’ll hang tough in the cruelest storms
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| When you see high winds on the news reports
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| Every good homebuilder doesn’t wind up scared
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| Cause it’s way more sturdy than the beach down there
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| And, hey, hey, I’m gonna need a rocky start
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| Hey, hey, I’m gonna need a rocky start
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| And we’ll wipe out all the private rooms
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| Where we had addictions buried in their painted tombs
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| I guess you never think this but in a while
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| Everybody’s gettin' dug deeper once we’ve died
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| Well, hey, hey, I’m gonna need a rocky start
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| I’m gonna seize that stone that the builders rejected
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| Gonna pass all codes when it gets inspected
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| Let washed-up sinners try to mock my song
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| They’re sinkin' in the mire because they built it wrong
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| Cause we all just gotta get a big rocky start
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| So we can build our house without a shifting yard
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| It don’t come easy, but it’s dug down deep
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| The walls stay standing and the steps won’t creak
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| And we’ll hang tough in the cruelest storms
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| When you see high winds on the news reports
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| Every good homebuilder doesn’t wind up scared
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| Cause it’s way more sturdy than the beach down there
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| And, hey, hey, I’m gonna need a rocky start
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| Hey, hey, I’m gonna need a rocky start
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| And we’ll wipe out all the private rooms
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| Where we had addictions buried in their painted tombs
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| I guess you never think this but in a while
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| Everybody’s gettin' dug deeper once we’ve died
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| Well, hey, hey, I’m gonna need a rocky start |