White Car

One Percent PanicThey don’t really hear you, so they can’t see
What makes you different, what makes you free
Supplication, for the world I missed
When a change of weather takes another friend

The closer I find I’m to God, the more that I know I’ve done wrong
Can’t see for the shining white star
You drive like a motorcar, in all directions
And into heaven, you fly in your shining white car

A capsule in the court of the burmese king
A light streak shining to the bedouin
A momentary freeze and the frightening
Distraction in the source of the burning tree
Original sin originality
God-given reason and the reasoning

The closer I find I’m to God, the more that I know I’ve done wrong
Can’t see for the shining white star
You drive like a motorcar, in all directions
And into heaven, you fly in your shining white car

Big house come down blowout speedball

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