Sanctus Real - On Our Own Lyrics
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On Our Own
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What Are The Lyrics For On Our Own By Sanctus Real?
Just to know who You are
To find a way into Your arms From the wreckage, we are reaching Out of silence, we are singing We cannot make it on our own-oh-oh-oh We need You everywhere we go-oh-oh-oh To be seen through Your eyes To have You here on our side By Your presence, You have healed us To Your promise, You will lead us We cannot make it on our own-oh-oh-oh We need You everywhere we go-oh-oh-oh You are the hope of so much more Jesus, without You we cannot make it on our own-oh-oh-oh We gotta keep our eyes on true hope Set our hearts on a heavenly home We gotta keep our eyes on true hope Set our hearts on a heavenly home We gotta keep our eyes on true hope Set our hearts on a heavenly home We gotta keep our eyes on true hope, true hope, true hope We cannot make it on our own-oh-oh-oh We need You everywhere we go-oh-oh-oh You are the hope of so much more Jesus, without You we cannot make it on our own-oh-oh-oh We gotta keep our eyes on true hope (Oh oh oh oh oh) Set our hearts on a heavenly home (Oh oh oh oh oh) We gotta keep our eyes on true hope Set our hearts on a heavenly home We gotta keep our eyes on true hope, true hope, true hope |
Who Wrote On Our Own By Sanctus Real?
Chris Rohman, Dan Gartley, Jason Ingram, Mark Graalman, Matt Hammitt, Pete Provost
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What's The Duration Of The On Our Own By Sanctus Real?The duration of On Our Own is 3:55 minutes and seconds. |
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