An Evening With El Diablo
Artist: Chevelle
Album: Wonder What's Next
Chevelle Wonder What's Next An Evening With El Diablo
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You are high (high),
You are excellent.
He will display (you display),
His character in me.
Good things He has for us.
Time with Him will tell,
This disease leaves, you are well.
I am free from disease.
I run to Him.
When I sleep,
He brings peace.
I'magination gives way
to His sway.
He said come (he said come),
I will make you holy.
And know this (and know this),
You will be, because I AM holy
Be bold and run.
Be bold and run.
Be bold and run.
Be bold.
I have the mind of Christ.
Nothing seems to phase me.
Lies give way to truth.
I am high,
Like an eagle.
Shadows fade
In the Light.
He calls.
We can know
And we can say
You don't have to be scared.
You can run.
You can run!
You can run!
You can run!
You can run!
He said come (he said come),
I will make you holy.
And know this (and know this),
You will be, because I AM holy
I have the mind of Christ.
Nothing seems to phase me.
Lies give way to truth.
I have the mind of Christ.
I have the mind of Christ.
You are excellent.
He will display (you display),
His character in me.
Good things He has for us.
Time with Him will tell,
This disease leaves, you are well.
I am free from disease.
I run to Him.
When I sleep,
He brings peace.
I'magination gives way
to His sway.
He said come (he said come),
I will make you holy.
And know this (and know this),
You will be, because I AM holy
Be bold and run.
Be bold and run.
Be bold and run.
Be bold.
I have the mind of Christ.
Nothing seems to phase me.
Lies give way to truth.
I am high,
Like an eagle.
Shadows fade
In the Light.
He calls.
We can know
And we can say
You don't have to be scared.
You can run.
You can run!
You can run!
You can run!
You can run!
He said come (he said come),
I will make you holy.
And know this (and know this),
You will be, because I AM holy
I have the mind of Christ.
Nothing seems to phase me.
Lies give way to truth.
I have the mind of Christ.
I have the mind of Christ.
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