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You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain. Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will. But what a thrill. Goodness gracious great balls of fire!. . I laughed at love cause I thought
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songs that I sing. To make the day better. . And we have got no home at all. Travel like the gypsies living off of any. Thing thing thing. . These are the melodies. With simple harmonies we sing
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soul, my Saviour God to Thee. How great Thou art, oh how great Thou art. Then sings my soul my Saviour God to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art When Christ shall come with shouts of
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soul, my Saviour God to Thee. How great Thou art, oh how great Thou art. Then sings my soul my Saviour God to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art When Christ shall come with shouts of
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Savior God to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art. Then sings my soul my Savior God to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation. And take
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In the darkness. In the pain. Hope is rising. Hope is rising King of David. Give us faith. And come reminds us. Come remind our hearts Your great love has won. This can never be undone. By
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. I can't understand Life is just a game of chance. I think somebody said so. Sometimes you get a hula hoop, sometimes you get an Edsel Oh, all those great expectations. Seems they never work out
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They say the snow came early that winter, that year. A little foundling child on the Sister's stairs. But don't pity me, I'm the lucky one. Oh, can't you see, that's where songs come from
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-------------------------------. . One day high above the horizon appears the. Familiar shape of the great white bird. Rhayader in. His joy sends for Fritha
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-------------------------------. . One day high above the horizon appears the. Familiar shape of the great white bird. Rhayader in. His joy sends for Fritha
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"The Great Divide". I never knew I lost you till I found you. And I never guessed how close you were to me. And now I wanna throw my arms around you. Tell a thousand tales that will astound you
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praise you. (what'cha gondo?). I'm gonna praise you. . In the corners of my mind. I just can't seem to find a reason to believe. That I can break free. Cause you see I have been down for so long
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Rather than you, she said. I prefer solitude. Rather the company. I prefer cigarrettes Even Los Angeles. Suffers occasionally. Do you have somewhere to stay? But no more love songs. Not for me
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Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender. Pretending that I'm doing well. My need is such I pretend too much. I'm lonely but no one can tell Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender. Adrift in a world of my
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late night show. I bet you didn't even know. Depends on how far out you go. The channel numbers change. . Scared of the world outside you should go explore. Pull all the shades and wander the great
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late night show. I bet you didn't even know. Depends on how far out you go. The channel numbers change. . Scared of the world outside you should go explore. Pull all the shades and wander the great
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WrittenGuy Smith 1. What a beautiful thought I am thinking. Concerning a great speckled bird. Remember her name is recorded. On the pages of God's Holy Word. 2. All the other birds are flocking
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sinner. Enough for this whole wide world. Your great grace, Oh such grace. . REPEAT CHORUS 1. . CHORUS 2. There in the darkest night of the soul. There in the sweetest songs of victory. Your grace
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sinner. Enough for this whole wide world. Your great grace, Oh such grace. . REPEAT CHORUS 1. . CHORUS 2. There in the darkest night of the soul. There in the sweetest songs of victory. Your grace
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. Oughta be more songs about us common folk. Puttin' in 8 days a week. And burning both ends of the candle. Just tryin' to make ends meet. And more songs about them singers. Who paved this road I'm on. Some
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that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make the young girls cry. I write the songs, I write the songs. My home lies deep within you. And I've
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that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make the young girls cry. I write the songs, I write the songs. My home lies deep within you. And I've
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a buried ground But above the canyon wall. Strong eyes did glow. Leader of the land. The Great White Buffalo. The Great White Buffalo. The Great White Buffalo Well, he got the battered herd. And
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I picked the morning paper off the floor. It was full of other people's little wars. Wouldn't they like their peace. Don't we get bored And we call for the three great stimulants. Of the
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Your whisper through the rain. "I'm with you". And as Your mercy falls. I raise my hands and praise the God who gives. And takes away. Chorus. And I'll praise You in this storm. And I will lift my hands
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Songs to make you free. And songs to take you to another time. Forgotten reasons that are made of rhyme For you and me. The songs of life. That somehow make us free. Songs to fill the heart
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. And I know. you’ll wait, wait till I’m coming home. but I want you here. be part of my journey. Let’s run away for a moment. Just take the time and come with me. On this great escape. I know you’re
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place. It doesn't matter. Take the memories away. And I'll be better. Shoot a rocket to the sky. Think of us and let it fly It's a great day. To say goodbye. It's ok. 'Cause I'll be alright Come
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No weak men in the books at home. The strong men who have made the world. History lives on the books at home. The books at home. . It's not made by great men. It's not made by great men. It's