I should've known this wasn't over,. Hatred and desire preach at the same side,. Luring me into your corner,. 'til I'm trapped, torn, tongue-tied.. . Once again I stand here wishing,.
O the Blood of Jesus. . ...........................................medley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!... . Jesus is gone away. Bust He is coming back again. . ...............................................
Chorus. Celebrate, for the day of the Lord. Give thanks, for all that he has done. Your struggle, is now finished. The battle is fought and the victory is won.
Crowd Start Paniking. . *Tempo has reached critical level*. *Tempo has reached critical level*. . Verse 1. . (Yeh). Why you spitting them shoddy ass bars.
Crown Him with many crowns,. The Lamb upon the throne:. Hark How the heav'nly anthems drowns. All music but its own!. Awake, my soul. And sing. Of Him Who died for thee,.
words by Michael W. Smith, Deborah D. Smith, and Elizabeth L. Jones. music by Michael W. Smith. Christ the Messiah. Savior. Christ the Messiah. Jesus.
Calling Heaven, seeking mercy. Tell me there's a place for these. What of the children who have never felt a love. Tender as the morning, nursing the bruises.
I'm in trouble with a Capital Cristine. I mean what I say. When I say that I love you. . I was thinking of a number. Between one and two. You know what to do with a kiss, girl.
Each day is darker than the last. They lead me lonely into the night and sink into the past. But I can't stop the sun from going down, down, down. I can't stand it when you're not around.
It's hard to be yourself with somebody else. I practice a lot when I'm alone. There was something. I really wanted to show you. . But I just can't find it.
If you could see the women and children,. the people we've all laid to rest.. If you could bomb a city the size of Chicago here,. tell me where is your conscience now?.
where are my friends tonight. who's looking out for me. i don't mind drinking by myself. i don't wanna be alone again. . where are my friends tonight.
They're looking for a cure for your problem,. but the money isn't the solution.. The money is in the medicine sold.. While they're working for a drug free world.
City to city we travel in vans from. The east to the west coast. To places abandoned. We'll stalk through a small town. For traitors and strangers. The road is not salted.
Wake up and grab your bags.. California's burning to the ground.. Wake up and grab your things.. You and I are leaving Los Angeles.. . They'll try to hold you down, they'll try to pull me down,.
I hate men with connections. I hate your connections. I said, I don't like your connections. . I don't like your connections. I hate men with connections.
Saving all your money for fame. Giving everything, giving everything. You hate ones face. And hope that others will love the other. So many shadows under my eyes.
I know your teeth have gnashed through death. Still you come to me. So gently. Find a soft place on your body. And rub me with it. Oh, this I won't soon forget.
Cold blooded old times. Cold blooded old times. Cold blooded old times. . The type of memories. That turn your bones to glass. Turn your bones to glass.
Oh whoa (x4). . Well you're a wild horse. On a collision course. With the sun. (repeat). . I wanted to ride that wild horse. Into the sun. (repeat). .