Correction Lyrics Comin' Down by Paula Cole

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Lord make me a lightning bolt to burn off this ring
(comin&#146; down, comin&#146; down),
Lord make me a Skilsaw to cut through these chains
(comin&#146; down, comin&#146; down),
Lord give me the clarity to see through this smoke,
And salvage the woman comin&#146; down.
Lord make me an arrow to pierce through the lies
(comin&#146; down, comin&#146; down),
Lord make me a lens to better see my life
(comin&#146; down, comin&#146; down),
Lord make me an instrument to sing away the pain,
This rushing river, comin&#146; down.
I&#146;m free, here in the mountains of peace may I be.
I see the greatness above and the smallness of me.
Lord I&#146;m mistaken in the choices that I made
(comin&#146; down, comin&#146; down)
I made me a prison that should&#146;ve been a man
(comin&#146; down, comin&#146; down)
Lord help me discover the courage to Be,
To handle these changes comin&#146; down.
I&#146;m free here in the mountains of peace may I be,
I see the greatness above and the smallness of me.
So free, here in garden awake consciously,
I see the greatness within; the greatness in me.
Lord I&#146;m your instrument, I&#146;ll shoulder the weight,
Of feeling emotions in a deeper shade.
I&#146;ll be the one who puts them to song,
And liberate the heartache comin&#146; down.

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