I made my slow way home
Limping on broken bones
Out of the thickest pine
Across the county lines
Onto your wooden stairs
I know you can repair
I know you've seen the light
I know you'll get me right
Right, right, right
I own a sinner's heart
I know the rain falls hard
I know the currency
I know the things you'll need
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I hope He hears my prayers
I see you cut your hair
I know the saving type
I know you'll get me right
Right, right, right
Oh Jesus, I'm falling
I don't mind the rain if
I meet my maker
I'll meet my maker clean
But Jesus, the truth is
I struggle so hard to believe
I'll meet my maker
I need my maker
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To cure me of my doubting blood
And drain me of the sins I love
And take from me my disbelief
I know it should come easily
But it remains inside of me
It battles and devours me
It cuddles up, beside of me
In whispers it convinces me I'm
Right, right, right
Right, right, right
Right, right, right
Right, right, right
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