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Showbread

Genero: Rock

Disfruta la música cristiana de Showbread, uno de los cantantes más influyentes del género Rock. Escucha sus canciones más populares, explora sus álbumes y conoce su trayectoria.

I Think I'm Going To See You : Showbread

Disfruta la canción I Think I'm Going To See You de Showbread, una canción cristiana donde la letra y la melodía se unen para expresar un mensaje de fe y alabanza a Dios.

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Letra

I Think I'm Going To See You

Showbread

Madness is like love, it makes you see the world a different way Maybe love just helps you say the things that madness can’t convey When an evil spirit leaves a man, it goes flying through the desert Looks for a place to stay and then comes back And that’s what’s got me hiding out from rapists, thieves and perverts The newsman telling me we’re under attack Because the more the world puts in my mouth, the less I feel like chewing it I found the way to madness and I’m opening the door Cause the more they say what’s on my mind, the more I feel I’m losing it They tell me what to care about and I don’t care anymore Cause there’s a hole in the fabric of my sanity and it’s getting big enough to see through And on the other side of losing my mind I think I’m gonna see you I pledge allegiance to myself, don’t make much sense to me And if freedom frees the idiots, I don’t think I’ve been set free With all the emphasis on money and guns and looking out for number one Seems like clouds in my coffee Because the world is a lady with a veil over her face But I’m tearing it away cause she’s got something to hide And all our hopes and dreams I fear have been badly misplaced Cause life means giving up yourself, I’m not afraid to die Cause there’s a hole in the fabric of my sanity and it’s getting big enough to see through And on the other side of losing my mind I think I’m gonna see you There’s a fire on the flag that makes you who you are And I think my mask is starting to slip And now that everything’s breaking down, I think I’m getting a grip The more the world puts in my mouth, the more I feel like throwing up I’ve found the way to freedom and I’m opening the door The more they tell me how to care, the more and more I’m giving up Afraid of God and life and death, I’m not afraid anymore There’s a hole in the fabric of my sanity and it’s getting big enough to see through And on the other side of losing my mind I think I’m gonna see you There’s a hole in the fabric of my sanity and it’s getting big enough to see through And on the other side of losing my mind I think I’m gonna see you There’s a fire on the flag that makes you who you are And I think my mask is starting to slip And now that everything’s breaking down, I think I’m getting a grip There’s a hole in the fabric of my sanity and it’s getting big enough to see through And on the other side of losing my mind I think I’m going to see you
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