| The sun burns down
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| Leaving God’s bright stamp
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| On Peach Branch Horse and Bible Camp
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| Where we’re splashing in the water
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| Joined in song
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| Swimming with the Spirit the whole day long
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| I’m a teen for God
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| God is watching — teen for God
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| God is watching — teen for God
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| The girls have looks and the girls have rules
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| They came here from their Bible schools
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| They can make you pay attention
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| To the way you dress and eat
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| Make you trip over your own two feet and they
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| Kneel down on their towels at night
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| Their nightgowns glow with a Holy light
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| And we pray for the sinners
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| And their drunken car wrecks
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| And vow that I’ll never get high
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| And have sex
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| I’m a teen for God
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| God is watching — teen for God
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| God is watching — teen for God
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| And God made every leaf on every tree
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| Each grain of sand
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| God has a plan
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| For what we’re meant to be
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| I gotta wait for God
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| Dear Lord
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| I plan each day
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| The things I will not do or say
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| But I’m driven by a passion
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| Is it only there to tame?
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| It fills my heart and it calls my name and
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| This world that you made for us
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| I know, I know, is dangerous
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| So I ride a lot of horses
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| And I never even swear
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| Sorta like praying I’m just not there
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| Oh God
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| God is watching — oh God
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| God is watching
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| But God made love
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| God made the rivers run
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| And cowboy boots and bathing suits
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| And the boy’s skin dries in the sun…
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| You gotta help me, God
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| Help me know, four years from now
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| I won’t believe in you anyhow
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| And I’ll mope around the campus
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| And I’ll feel betrayed
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| All those guilty summers I stayed
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| But then I’ll laugh
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| That I fell for the lure
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| Of the pain of desire to feel so pure
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| And I’ll bear all the burdens
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| Of my little daily crimes
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| Wish I had a God for such cynical times
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| Far from today
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| But for now I’m a sacred vessel
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| Rip me open — I spread your word
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| Like a milkweed pod
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| I’m a radio station —
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| Your Holy transmission
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| Even more, like a lightning rod
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| I’m a lightning rod — a teen for God
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| God is watching — teen for God
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| God is watching… a teen for God |