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Taking on seven years the holy ghost had left alone
Test my arms, kick like crazy
And I've been trying way to long
Only if he could push his way off to fight you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not sure
Getting off my chest
The story ends
I would find a way without you
(Tell him his eyes see too clear)
That mistake was gold
I know that without you
Its something that I could never do
That was why staple the eyes and
Seven dates for me to sell machines
And tear on
Seven years you assured me
That Id be fine if I complied
Only push the way off to fight you
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm not sure
Getting my chest the story now ends
I would find a way without you
(Tell him his eyes see too clear)
Don't treat me I'm to blame
Don't treat me like I ever accused you
Test my arms, kick like crazy
And I've been trying way to long
Only if he could push his way off to fight you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not sure
Getting off my chest
The story ends
I would find a way without you
(Tell him his eyes see too clear)
That mistake was gold
I know that without you
Its something that I could never do
That was why staple the eyes and
Seven dates for me to sell machines
And tear on
Seven years you assured me
That Id be fine if I complied
Only push the way off to fight you
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm not sure
Getting my chest the story now ends
I would find a way without you
(Tell him his eyes see too clear)
Don't treat me I'm to blame
Don't treat me like I ever accused you
Lyrics submitted by Yourlastsmile
Seven Years Lyrics as written by Lee Alexander
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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It is not about god I dont believe. As stated on the lyrics for the nonacoustic version, it is about a father leaving his family from the sons point of view.
Original story by Anthony Green (singer):
"Taking on seven years that the holy ghost had left alone, assured that he'd be fine if he complied. To kick like crazy and test his arms, to see only if he could push his way off and fight. He yelled 'I've been trying way too long. I'm sorry, I'm not sure.' 'Tell him his eyes see too clear' said his mother, but he would find a way without her. These mistakes were golden to him, and he said 'I was right, but without you, I could never do it.' No longer would he staple his eyes and sell machines. 'I'm sorry, son. Don't think that I would accuse you. You're not to blame.' Getting this off my chest, the story now ends."