Risen
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When I was a little boy I had my special place to get my ice-cream And the lady at the candy store was always so nice to me And when I was old enough for school, I remember They picked on me because I had red hair and freckles on my face And I always was wondering what was behind the clouds And if God had a house to live in, in cold winter nights He's no longer in his grave; he is risen from the dead He's no longer in his grave; he is risen from the dead And, when I was thirteen, I started to play in different bands We tried to be the Beatles, and I didn't do so hot in school And I didn't care too much about anything I started to use drugs The devil, he worked hard on me But one day there was Jesus, knocking on my door Asking, "Do you want to be a singer in my band?" He's no longer in his grave; he is risen from the dead He's no longer in his grave; Jesus is risen from the dead He's no longer in his grave; he is risen from the dead He's no longer in his grave; Jesus is risen from the dead He's no longer in his grave; he is risen from the dead He's no longer in his grave; he is risen from the dead He's no longer in his grave; he is risen from the dead He's no longer in his grave; Jesus is risen from the dead
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Credits
- Writers
- Ulf Christiansson
- Reidar I Paulsen
- Peter Carlsohn
- Michael Ulvsgärd