It's not a family trait,
it's nothing that I ate,
and it didn't come from skating with Holy Rollers,
It's an early warning sign,
it keeps my life in line,
but it's so hard to define,
Nevermind...
(Chorus)
It's just a spirit thing,
it's just a holy nudge,
it's like a circuit judge in the brain.
It's just a spirit thing,
it's here to guard my heart,
it's just a little hard to explain.
It pushes when i quit,
it smells a counterfeit,
Sometimes it works a bit like a teleprompter...
When it's telepromting you,
I pray you'll let it through,
And I'll help you with the how,
But for now...
(Chorus)
I took the pulpit,
then backed down again,
Some things in heaven
cannot be explained.
no they can not be explained...
yeah
(Chorus) x3
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