? It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to make music to your name, O Most High; your deeds, O Lord, have made me glad; for the work of your hands
What strange power do you have that ruins this life of mine That controls the hearts that's beating for you all the time And if I could drive you from
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I will wait for You to move For Your mighty hand to save When the trouble waters rise You are my hiding place You are my hiding place Your walls are
When the birds sing outside And you see the trees Changing to green The sun invites one To be out in the open air When the sky is so blue, then Oh then
Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier!
They say, everything can be replaced They say, every distance is not near Yet I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come
Been a slave most all my life So's my kids and so's my wife I've been working on the Colonel's farm Ain't been mistreated, ain't done no harm I'll be
Well baby, they're are other ways And then there is us Who stumble mad through the night With the constellation Get it, get in Everybody wants some You
Prejudice, wrote a song about it Like to hear it? Here it go We don't mind I wear tight clothing, high heeled shoes It doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute
They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here I see my light come shining
Out of tune It's no ideal Cannot prove But I can squeal Stick into Frozen meal Touching you Magnetic field Take the loo Bruise the fruit Forget what
All the way from Athens, the A T L Shawty Uh, Sleepy Brown Uh, Bubba Sparxxx We gon' keep doin' it baby Whether you like it or not Ain't a damn thang
You think you're foolin' me with your lies I see it shows in your eyes And I'd rather die than compromise Don't go pushin' me, baby I've heard it all
I was ridin' around with the radio up and the windows down I took a minute or two to think about my problems Drivin' in this van, playin' in this band
Well, if the birds in your sky discontinue to fly Tell me why, tell a lie, can I have your love? And if the leaves in your trees if they sway with the
Oh, yes, it's me writing this letter And God how I hope that it makes me feel better And yeah, it's me, the end of your line Though I don't say a word
Well let me tell you all a little story 'Bout the man who lives down at the top of the stairs Well he worked all his life for his children and his wife