Packed Powder – Blind Pilot 

I started working at a small town church

I thought it would make me a better man

They said the sins I had would fly away

As if the birds were in the palms of my own hands
I want to see how it takes me

I want to see how the powder burns

Don’t want to keep what I can’t have more of

Don’t want to wait and miss my turn

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