RedShoe

In my home town, for anyone who sticks around,
You're either lost or you're found:
There's not much in between.
In my home town, everything's still black and white;
It's a long, long way from wrong to right,
From Sunday mornin' to Saturday night.

Everybody just wants to get high;
Sit and watch a perfect world go by.
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives;
We follow the roads that lead us to drugs or Jesus.

My whole life, I've tried to run; I've tried to hide,
From the stained glass windows in my mind,
Refusin' to let God's light shine, down on me;
Down on me.

Everybody just wants to get high;
Sit and watch a perfect world go by.
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives;
There's not much space between us, or drugs or Jesus.
Yeah!

Instrumental break.

Everybody wants acceptance; we all just want some proof.
Everyone's just looking for the truth.

Everybody just wants to get high;
Sit and watch a perfect world go by.
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives;
We follow the roads that lead us to drugs or Jesus;
To drugs or Jesus.
Oh, I need you, Jesus.
Hallejulah, Hallejulah, Hallejulah.

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