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He Don't Play
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From squints across the dashboard of pubescence,
Looking through the windshield of times yet to be,
This is not the highway I thought I'd be driving down,
But here I am, buckled in tight like in spite of me.
It's like I don't get to listen to my songs on the radio
It's like I don't really have a say, anyway, okay daddio?
But I know I do, it's more than just passing through
I get to choose, and on this road I choose to stay
For in the end, I know I have to trust, and trust...
'Cause the truth is, God's at the wheel,
And He don't play.
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by J. Alan R.

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