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dissuader. Allez, allez, allez. Je ferai tout pour t'accompagner. Tellement je suis borné. Je suis bien dans ma bulle. Allez, allez, allez. Tout est beau, tout est rose. Tant que je l'impose. ***-moi qui est
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Word is pleading. CHORUS. Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,. The cross be borne for me, for you. Hail, hail the Word made flesh,. The Babe, the Son of Mary. CHORUS. So bring Him incense, gold and
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enthrone Him This, this is Christ, the King. Whom shepherds guard and angels sing. Haste, haste to bring Him laud. The babe, the Son of Mary Nails fierce shall pierce him through. The cross be borne for
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geordie. '' ''my geordie never hurt a man nor calf. He never hurted any. He stole sixteen of the king's royal deer. And he sold them in boeny. '' ''two pretty babies have I borne,. The third lies in my
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beatings. I've smiled my way through school. But underneath this grinning. Is the sadness of the fool. No longer know my feelings. Been fooling for too long. Borne of desperation in an effort to look
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the mist of daybreak I was borne. But the day was clouded still by night. Leaving me in the land of no light Though I'd love to say hello to you. You might have to wait awhile to say goodbye. For it
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. . Now Joseph and his wife Mary. Come to Bethlehem that night. And find no place to borne she child . Not a single room was in sight. Hark, now hear the angels sing. A new King born today. And man will
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and fire. Borne on wings of steel I have so much to feel. And I won't come down no more. Sail on, sail on, I will rise each day to meet the dawn. So high, so high. I've climbed the mountains of the
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and fire. Borne on wings of steel I have so much to feel. And I won't come down no more. Sail on, sail on, I will rise each day to meet the dawn. So high, so high. I've climbed the mountains of the
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Godless. Feeling in me. Night. After night. Godless. Feeling in me. Borne. Of their lies. You gave me all of this. And more. Yea, that's for sure. I can't believe in all your pain. Under
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Angels sing. Haste, haste to bring Him laud. The Babe, the Son of Mary Nails and spears shall pierce Him through. The Cross be borne for me, for you. Hail, hail the Word made flesh. The Babe, the Son
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There's a little bird that somebody sends. Down to the earth to live on the wind. Borne on the wind and he sleeps on the wind. This little bird that somebody sends He's light and fragile and