Parliament Smoke

Patsy cline, sang like a sparrow
To heal our fights
As parliament smoke
Would come alive
Like an M16 held by a juvenile
Just trying to get home
Fly away
Demons and heartache
I send your way
All of the time
Heaven awaits
Your kind as my kind
Hides and prays
Until that final curtain call
I, beg your forgiveness
And I, won't let you down
I'll hold you close, hope for the best darling
When those trumpets sound
Can't you feel the winds are blowing?
And the rivers overflowing?
There's no denying I did you wrong
I can't make it right, I can't make it right
I, beg your forgiveness
And I, won't let you down
I'll hold you close, hope for the best darling
When those trumpets sound
Patsy cline, sang like a sparrow
To heal our fights with parliament smoke



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Smith, Lauren Smith
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