Blanca - Real Love Lyrics
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Real Love
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What Are The Lyrics For Real Love By Blanca?
This isn't easy
For me to admit I got a fire inside and some words I know I can't keep in I see faith turning Into a show Of Sundays and sermons And words getting caught in the flow Oh, but we got real pain and real fears Thirsting for the drying of our real tears It's not satisfying anymore Ain't it true that the veil was torn I don't need no stained glass To be washed in His blood I don't need no perfect, put together pretty words To be enough, no I want Jesus and His real love Something that I crave deep inside of my bones So you can leave your religion at home Spent my life trying To keep all the rules Now I know it's about what He's already done Not about what I think that I gotta do I don't need no stained glass To be washed in His blood I don't need no perfect, put together pretty words To be enough, no I want Jesus and His real love Something that I crave deep inside of my bones So you can leave your religion at home I want real, real love, hey I got real pain and real fears Thirsting for the drying of real tears It's not satisfying anymore Ain't it true that the veil was torn I don't need no stained glass To be washed in His blood I don't need no perfect, put together pretty words To be enough, no I want Jesus and His real love Something that I crave deep inside of my bones So you can leave your religion at home I want real, real love I want real, real love I want real, real love Oh, yeah, yeah |
Who Wrote Real Love By Blanca?
Blanca Elaine Reyes, Jordan Sapp, Emily Weisband
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What's The Duration Of The Real Love By Blanca?The duration of Real Love is 3:52 minutes and seconds. |
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