Send forth the river. Of God within my heart. Let it wash over my soul. With the water of the word. Let the river rise so high. That I be caught up in it.
I used to be mean. Couldnt care bout a thing. Livin for me and all of my needs. I was self-serving. Yet desperate and hurting. In need to be. . Not the same.
How can I say, thanks. For the things You have done for me. Things so undeserved. Yet You gave to prove your love for me. . The voices of a million angels.
For I know my redeemer lives. And in the end He will stand on the earth. For I know my redeemer lives. And in the end He will reign on the earth. . Though my flesh it be destroyed.
copyright C. Brigandi. . Well I know this guy, always bouncin' around. He don't let the world's troubles bring him down. . Mr. Happy go lucky (What's his name?) 4x.
Thank you. For being my friend. For being the one. On whom I depend. . We've been a team. Come rain or shine. Come win or lose. What's yours has been mine.
Dirty devices, divide and devise. A plan to diminish our creative minds. Distorting our views, of ourselves and our minds. Destructive dirty devices. Destructive dirty devices.
Oye mi llanto Senor. Atiende a mi oracion. Desede el ultimio rincon. De la tierra clamo a ti. . Llame a la roca poderosa. Que es mas alta que yo. Llame a la roca poderosa.
You don't want me to, You don't want me to do.. . Hey ya, Hey ya. You don't want me to, You don't want me to do.. You better watch your back.. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming..
Paper, iron, won't buy Eden. Working for paper and for iron. Work for the right to keep my tie on. Working for paper and for iron. Work for the unicorn and lion.
Paper, iron, won't buy Eden. Working for paper and for iron. Work for the right to keep my tie on. Working for paper and for iron. Work for the unicorn and lion.
So pale and precious is the light that will shine. Up every morning on her bed. Out of the windows in her head. So pale and precious like the sun as it climbs.
She has six swans singing in her sauna. So she can't hear what's going on. She can't hear what's going on. In the outside world. In the outside world.
I got so much to say. But I'm afraid it'll come out wrong.. I'm not akin to the Eighties thing,. Where you look after number one.. . But I won't rock the boat,.
Hey yeah. Hey yeah, yeah. . Climb up here beside me. We can ride and find a friend unfound. Put your foot upon the laughing gas. And drive your grin around.
Officer Blue. Really love the things you do. Even when I was just eight years old (eight years old). Officer Blue. Is it true what they say?. That when you work you're still at play (still at play).
Can't you see 'em, in obscene procession?. Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're violent and insane. Pink and wobbling with all their possessions. They live on junk food and TV and booze.
The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line;. The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;. His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,.
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There is no language in our lungs. To tell the world just how we feel. No bridge of thought. No mental link. No letting out just what you think. There is no language in our lungs.