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Moments In Grace We Feel The Songs

... The end of time The blinding light Through bloodshot eyes I struggle to see The truth. We feel the songs We feel the songs We feel the songs We feel the songs

the drive? Act on it, 'cause life can flash before your eyes. [(madchild) prevail:] (there's no time to waste) We move with grace, (one life to embrace) Though it feels

, since we have this moment Here at heaven's door We should start knocking now What are we waiting for? Let us pray, let us pray Everywhere in every way Every moment

. We ate, we drank, and we were merry, And we got typhoid and dysentery. But best of all, we went to the plaza de toros. Now whenever I start feeling

Plamondon, ma mere But it's truly a gift for us too Because we love, for me those songs They're so beautiful memories And those songs were written

in lovely songs no doom or gloom allowed in this room Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, Cascade and Cyanide, Rachaminoff, Beethoven skull

remember when we used to dance And incidence arose from circumstance One thing lead to another we were young And we would scream together songs unsung {chorus} It was the heat of the moment

s a reason we can trade our pain and replace it with a rush of hope Everybody with a weary heart can fall and rise again from grace And when we're searching

swans My gift to life, light like Your embrace, the grace of white fawns Arriving dawn that I've awaited life-long, when she yawns Right palm and arm, the softest song