My Own Paradise

Those who have heard the holy word
The Holy Spirit
And those who fear it

Get me out of here

There on a string of islands
The scent of roses gathered in the air
Beware the spacious entrance

There are some things
That are worse but not that many
The year that grandpa went to heaven you left the town again

Oh what big shoes to fill

Get me out of here

We gathered in the valley
In the valley darkness gathered all around us
Behold the narrow path

There are some things
I deserve but not that many
All those years in the belly of the seven you brought me back again

Oh what a bitter pill

Get me out of here

My own paradise
My own paradise

No I don't want yours

My own paradise
My own paradise

So get me out of here
So get me out of here



Credits
Writer(s): Gus Edward Engle
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