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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 can 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
    That's caught in the crossfire
    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
    Deprived of all that we're blessed with
    We just can't get enough, no
    Heaven, if you sent us down
    So we can 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
    That's caught in the crossfire
    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 askin' from above
    Can I trust what I'm given, even when it cuts?
    So heaven, if you sent us down
    So we can 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 and every child, every brother
    That's caught in the crossfire
    That's caught in the crossfire
    That's caught in the crossfire
    Caught on the cross
  • [00:12.80]He'd trade his guns for love
    [00:14.70]But he's caught in the crossfire
    [00:18.00]And he keeps wakin' up
    [00:20.35]But it's not to the sound of birds
    [00:23.64]The tyranny, the violent streets
    [00:26.09]Deprived of all that we're blessed with
    [00:28.69]And we can't get enough, no
    [00:32.59]Heaven, if you sent us down
    [00:34.94]So we can build a playground
    [00:38.18]For the sinners to play as saints
    [00:40.87] You'd be so proud of what we've made
    [00:43.26]I hope you got some beds around
    [00:45.91]'Cause you're the only refuge now
    [00:49.09]For every mother, every child, every brother
    [00:53.74]That's caught in the crossfire
    [01:04.65]That's caught in the crossfire
    [01:18.04]I'd trade my luck to know
    [01:20.34]Why he's caught in the crossfire
    [01:23.53]And I'm here wakin' up
    [01:25.83]To the sun and the sound of birds
    [01:28.96]Society's anxiety
    [01:31.71]Deprived of all that we're blessed with
    [01:34.43]We just can't get enough, no
    [01:38.06]Heaven, if you sent us down
    [01:40.70]So we can build a playground
    [01:43.68]For the sinners to play as saints
    [01:46.53]You'd be so proud of what we've made
    [01:48.74]I hope you got some beds around
    [01:51.44]'Cause you're the only refuge now
    [01:54.63]For every mother, every child, every brother
    [01:59.21]That's caught in the crossfire
    [02:10.68]That's caught in the crossfire
    [02:24.14]Can I trust what I'm given?
    [02:26.88]When faith still needs a gun
    [02:29.63]Whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
    [02:34.61]And I can't see from the backseat
    [02:37.25]So I'm askin' from above
    [02:40.15]Can I trust what I'm given, even when it cuts?
    [02:46.87]So heaven, if you sent us down
    [02:49.25]So we can build a playground
    [02:52.59]For the sinners to play as saints
    [02:55.19]You'd be so proud of what we've made
    [02:57.57]I hope you got some beds around
    [03:00.19]'Cause you're the only refuge now
    [03:03.24]For every mother and every child, every brother
    [03:07.94]That's caught in the crossfire
    [03:14.16]That's caught in the crossfire
    [03:18.79]That's caught in the crossfire
    [03:29.95]Caught on the cross