You Got The Love
Sometimes I feel like
Throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying
Lord I just don't care
You've got the love I need
To see me through
Sometimes it seems that
The going is just too rough
And things go wrong
No matter what I do
Now and then it feels
Like life is just too much
You've got the love
I need to see me through
When food is gone
You are my daily meal
When friends are gone I know
My savior's love is real
Your love is real
Sometimes I feel like
Throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying
Lord I just don't care
You've got the love I need
To see me through
Every once in a while
I say Lord I can't go on
Every once in a while
I get to feeling blue
Every once in a while
It seems like I am all alone
But you got the love
I need to see me through
Occasionally
My thoughts are brave and friends are few
Occasionally
I cry out Lord what must I do
Occasionally
I call up Master make me new
You've got the love
I need to see me through
See me through
Sometimes I feel like
Throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying
Lord I just don't care
But you've got the love I need
To see me through
Sometimes I feel like
Throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying
Lord I just don't care
But you've got the love I need
To see me through
Time after time I say
Oh Lord what's the use
Time after time I say
This just won't, this just won't do
You got the love
Sometimes I feel like
Throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying
Lord I just don't care
But you've got the love I need
To see me through
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
Got the love, got the love
You got the love
You got the love
I need to see me through
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