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. Pre-chorus. Yeah yeah God is great . Yeah yeah God is good. Yeah yeah yeah. Chorus. What if God was one of us. Just a slob like one of us. Just a stranger on the bus. Trying to make His way home. If God
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calling on the phone. Except for the pope maybe in rome. And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good. yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. What if god was one of us. Just a slob like one of us. Just a stranger on
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. And I deserve the imposition . But you don't even know I'm alive . And this pounding in my heart just won't die . I'm burning up! . Chorus . I'm burning up, burning up for your love . I'm burning up
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I came from the hills with a tear in my eye. The winter closed in and the crows filled the sky. The houses were burning the flames gold and red. The people were running with eyes filled with dread
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tiThe Sun is Burning. arPaul Simon and Garfunkel. al. The Sun is Burning. Paul Simon and Garfunkel. Made by LiH. The sun is burning in the sky. Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by. In the park
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This play - a price upon my head. Switch back - loosen up your thread. The underlining truth. Something out of you. Knees deep. Superficial waste. The unbearable sting and broken taste
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. Woo!. Rocket engines burning fuel so fast,. Up into the night sky they blast. Through the universe the engines whine,. Could it be the end of man and time?. Back on earth the flame of life burns low
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dreaming of?. My skin's still burning from your touch. Oh I just can't get enough. I said I wouldn't ask for much. But your eyes are dangerous. So the thought keeps spinning in my head. Can we drop this
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. ♪. Welcome to the black yard. Let's run it, through the fire. Feel the burning down inside us. Come along and leave it, set aside. Welcome to the world of liars. Running through the open fire. Throwing all-ins
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Hail to the taxis. They go where I go. Farewell the newspapers that know more than I know. Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn. I'm in the mood again I walk the damp streets rather
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Leaving for an unknown shore. With every breeze just like a sigh. The sea is deep with tears of those before. With feelings like the sea birds cry. It gently took me by the jand. Across the
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I came from the hills with a tear in my eye. The winter closed in and the crows filled the sky. The houses were burning the flames gold and red. The people were running with eyes filled with dread
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I came from the hills with a tear in my eye. The winter closed in and the crows filled the sky. The houses were burning the flames gold and red. The people were running with eyes filled with dread
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I came from the hills with a tear in my eye. The winter closed in and the crows filled the sky. The houses were burning the flames gold and red. The people were running with eyes filled with dread
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other person. So I'm telling you. Child. . Low Voice Gospel Voice. . A man will beg Love. We shine like a. A man will crawl burning star. On the sheer face of love We're falling from. Like a fly
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, of Denmark, of Rome and the world. But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing,. Deep groves of steel trodden down in thier path. The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing
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of valentine. With just a song of mine. To keep from burning history. Seasons of gasoline and gold. Wise men fold. . Near a tree by a river. There's a hole in the ground. Where an old man of
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in between. The story of my life I take her home. I drive all night to keep her warm and time. Is frozen (The story of, the story of). The story of my life I give her hope. I spend her love until she's
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Bài hát Good Goes The Bye - Kelly Clarkson. They say Rome wasn't built in a day. But you and I went and built it anyway. And it only took a second to watch it all fall to dust. I thought you hung up
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Song Return Of The Fly - The 69 Eyes. Return of the fly. Return of the fly. With Vincent Price. Yeah, return of the fly. Helen Delambre, Helen Delambre. Francois, Francois. Return of the fly. You
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It was a hot summer night. Beach was burning. Fog crawling over the sand. When I listen to your heart I hear the whole world turning. I see the shooting stars Falling through your trembling hands
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It was a hot summer night. Beach was burning. Fog crawling over the sand. When I listen to your heart I hear the whole world turning. I see the shooting stars Falling through your trembling hands
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It was a hot summer night. Beach was burning. Fog crawling over the sand. When I listen to your heart I hear the whole world turning. I see the shooting stars Falling through your trembling hands
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The joy of the Lord will be my strength. I will not falter, I will not faint. He is my Shepherd, I am not afraid. The joy of the Lord is my strength The joy of the Lord. The joy of the Lord. The
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The ocean so vast, can not see (the) skyline. Sun’s burning hot and the sea’s dead calm. Traces of pain, flashes of fear. Could it all have been true. (a) Tiny wave send by God. Build up into a wall
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got away. And one of these dreams the dead didn't stay. . This is a house where crime scene's staged. The burning black book of fear tore out a page. This is a room where crime scene's staged
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I got in, you got out. I walked in, you walked out As usual I'm stuck in the middle I'm closer to closure. Admitting that it's over As usual I'm stuck in the middle And now you know that you
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Bài hát The Light In Me - Brandon Heath. My life before You. I was a flame burning down. I was burning out. But You knew me better. For You there was never a doubt. Not since You gave me life
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the well below the valley-o. Green grows the lily-o. Right among the bushes-o. If you be a man of noble fame. You'll tell to me the father of them. At the well below the valley-o. Green grows the lily-o
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. Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone,. neath the halo of a street lamp,. I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the
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I was thinking of a series of dreams. Where nothing comes up to the top. Everything stays down where it's wounded. And comes to a permanent stop. Wasn't thinking of anything specific. Like in a
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I was thinking of a series of dreams. Where nothing comes up to the top. Everything stays down where it's wounded. And comes to a permanent stop. Wasn't thinking of anything specific. Like in a
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When we made it to the garden, it was well past nine. Our hands came to agreement as we walked in time. A jealous rose stole a thread from your skirted thigh. I clipped it quick with a flick of
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. Yeah, yeah, God is good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. What if God was one of us?. Just a slob like one of us. Just a stranger on the bus. Tryin' to make his way home?. (Tryin' to make his way home). If
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words. I got two strong arms. Blessings of Babylon time. To carry on and try. For sins and false alarms. So to America the brave. Wise men says. Near a tree by a river. There's a hole in the ground