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Joe Was on the Plane lyrics
I'm nothing on my own
I make mistakes, often slip
Just common flesh and bones
But I'll prove someday just what I say
I'm of a special kind
When He was on the cross
I was on His mind
A look of love was on His face
The thorns on His head
The blood was on that scarlet robe
And stained a crimson red
Though His eyes were on the crowd that day
He looked ahead in time
'Cause when He was on the cross
I was on His mind
He knew me, yet He loved me
He whose glory makes the Heaven shine
So unworthy of such mercy
Yet when He was on the cross
I was on His mind
Yet when He was on the cross
I was on His mind
I'm nothing on my own
I make mistakes, often slip
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- Track 8 on Bride of Dynamite
- 7 Kill the Messenger
- 9 Friday
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