| There’s gonna be times when sin comes knocking
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| Knocking up on your door
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| It sounds like thunder when it’s clapping
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| And it rains like never before
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| You see the lightning in the distance
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| But you can already feel the wind
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| That will surely lead you through it
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| Until the sky turns blue again
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| You better start running
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| Run into His arms
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| Waiting out the storm
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| Oh, you better better start running
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| You better start running
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| You better start running
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| To the mighty King
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| Hide beneath His wings
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| Oh, you better better start running
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| You better start running
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| The prodigal son, he went walking
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| Walking on out the door
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| He wasted life on reckless living
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| And he lived like never before
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| Without a penny in his pocket
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| Or a dollar to his name
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| He had to change direction
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| To rise above his shame
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| You better start running
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| Run into His arms
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| Waiting out the storm
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| Oh, you better better start running
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| You better start running
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| You better start running
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| To the mighty King
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| Hide beneath His wings
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| Oh, you better better start running
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| You better start running |
| Run into His arms
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| Waiting out the storm
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| To the mighty King
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| Hide beneath His wings
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| Run into His arms
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| Waiting out the storm
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| To the mighty King
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| Hide beneath His wings
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| Run into His arms
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| Waiting out the storm
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| To the mighty King
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| Hide beneath His wings
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| Run into His arms
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| Waiting out the storm
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| To the mighty King
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| Hide beneath His wings
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| You better start, You better start
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| You better start running
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| Run into His arms
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| Waiting out the storm
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| Oh, you better better start running
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| You better start running
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| You, you, you better start running
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| To the mighty King
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| Hide beneath His wings
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| Oh, you better better start running
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| You better start running
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| You better start running |