Stephen - Crossfire

Stephen - Crossfire

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He'd trade his guns for love,
But he’s caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin up,
But its not to the sound of birds,
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough,

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire,

I’d trade my luck to know,
Why hes caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s, Anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just cant get enough,

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire,

Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition,
Justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see, from the backseat,
So I’m asking from above,
Can I trust what I’m given,
Even when it cuts?

So Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught on the cross,

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[cloudkid]

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[Loranos]

got a little quote suggestion :) "One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ Bob Marley

[golfwang]

is it just me or did I hear sobbing at the beginning? the more I listen to this, the more in genius this song gets.

[onyxxed]

Crossfire: *sobbing noises at beginning *

Me: *intense Silent Hill PT flashbacks*

[GoodJosh]

This is one of those songs where when you listen to it for the first time, you just know it's going to be *BIG*.

[uncvrd]

Lyrics for those that want them! <3 credit to Stephen for posting them

He'd trade his guns for love,
But he’s caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin up,
But its not to the sound of birds,
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire

I’d trade my luck to know,
Why he's caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin' up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just cant get enough

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire

Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition,
Justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see, from the backseat,
So I’m asking from above,
Can I trust what I’m given,
Even when it cuts?

So Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother

Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught on the cross...

[karbonkai]

"cause your the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child
Every brother that's caught in the crossfire"

Dang, lyrics for the heart.


My eyes better stop sweating soon.

[EscapetheFan]

I'm not one for this type of music, but damn this song is beautiful.

[itsjustlukas-Music]

This is just one of those songs that speaks to you. I don't think there's a single person that's listened to it that didn't end up feeling some type of way, for me it's so much nostalgia!

[coolgray.audios]

I keep coming back every year for this song and listen to this atleast 3 times a year... It still have that weird feeling in it that makes me feels my anger and disappointments I've done in my life

[topwarriorcats]

the beat dropped harder than my math grade

[asix_]

He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakin' up
But it's not to the sound of birds
The tyranny
The violent streets
Deprived
Of all that we're blessed with
And we can't get enough, no
Heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners
To play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
Cause' you're the only refuge now
For every mother
Every child
Every brother
That's caught in the crossfire
That's caught in the crossfire
I'd trade my luck to know
Why he's caught in the crossfire
And I'm here wakin' up
To the sun and the sound of birds
Society's anxiety
Deprived,
Of all that we're blessed with
We just can't get enough, no
Heaven if you sent us down
So we…

[vespovich]

I cannot express how awesome this is. My heart burst not even 30 seconds in.

[HytheDJ]

Lyrics

He'd trade his guns for love,
But he’s caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin up,
But its not to the sound of birds,
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough,

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire,

I’d trade my luck to know,
Why hes caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s, Anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just cant get enough,

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire,

Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition,
Justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see, from the backseat,
So I’m asking from above,
Can I trust what I’m given,
Even when it cuts?

So Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught on the cross,

[mentalicious]

I think I've listened to this song around 100x now. Not because I have chosen to listen to it but because YouTube's algorithm continues to play it after other songs. This song more than any other song. Come one YouTube! Fix your algorithm!

[CL_DG]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
When the bass dropped,
The bodies did too.

[kidtrunks]

the 450 dislikes were the people caught in the crossfire.

[jlnhvkn]

I cant stop listening to this awesome song

[daschleeh]

Lyrics for those that want them! <3

He'd trade his guns for love,
But he’s caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin up,
But its not to the sound of birds,
The tyranny, the violent streets,
Deprived of all that we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire

I’d trade my luck to know,
Why he's caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin' up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just can't get enough

Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’s caught in the Crossfire

Can I trust what I’m given?
When faith still needs a gun,
Whose ammunition,
Justifies the wrong?
And I can’t see, from the backseat,
So I’m asking from above,
Can I trust what I’m given,
Even when it cuts?

So Heaven if you sent us down,
So we could build a playground,
For the sinners, to play as saints,
You’d be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother

Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the cross...

[bandito]

Everyone else: * insert original comment*
Me: * intensely trying to figure out wether the timer in the top right corner is moving*