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Children go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? I'm gonna send thee two by two. Two by Paul and Silas. One by the little bitty baby. Born, born, born in Bethlehem Children go where I send
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here and now our choices here are growing thin,. as children grow they grow with what they see. in these times where paranioa closes in. power and hate a rampaging disease. in our minds we build
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prophecy. Now you've got something to die for. Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters stack the pyre. Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day. Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy
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orphans of God. So many fallen, but Hallelujah. There are no orphans of God O blessed Father, look down upon us. We are Your children, we need Your love. We run before Your throne of mercy. And seek
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orphans of God. So many fallen, but Hallelujah. There are no orphans of God O blessed Father, look down upon us. We are Your children, we need Your love. We run before Your throne of mercy. And seek
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An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time. Unsuspecting victims no warnings no signs. Judgment day the second coming arrives. Before you see the light you must die. . Forgotten children
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Children go where I send thee. How shall I send thee? Well, I'm gonna send thee one by one. One for the little, bitty baby. Wrapped in swaddling clothing. Lying in a manger He was born, born
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days. Among the fields of barley. See the children run as the sun goes down. Among the fields of gold. You'll remember me when the west wind moves. Upon the fields of barley. You can tell the sun in his
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. And dresses that he wore on Friday nights. Phyllis was a pharmacist, a dab of that, a pinch of this. Concocted to suppress her appetite When the children were fiddlin' she'd slip 'em some Ritalin
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who've strayed. From the light of Christmas Day. Let the children sing and shout. Let the silver bells ring out. As a long night fades away. Into the light of Christmas Day. ♪. For those still standing
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Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord. Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord. They don't have anywhere to go;. Wandering around from door to door
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Bài hát Revolting Children (Matilda Original Broadway Recording) - Original Matilda Cast. Woah!. Never again will she get the best of me!. Never again will she take away my freedom. And we won't
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feeling it was out of control. I had the opinion it was out of control. . Boys and Girls. Go to the school and girls. They make children. Not like this one. . I was of a feeling it was out of
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(Bator/James). The city eats it's children of dust from the cradle to grave. Drag their captives through the deep-sleeps of life. Ghosts of. dream-dwelling slaves. The stranger scares the
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feeling it was out of control. I had the opinion it was out of control. . Boys and Girls. Go to the school and girls. They make children. Not like this one. . I was of a feeling it was out of
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F/ Everlast. . Save the children. Save the children. {*echoes*. Save the children. Save the children. {*echoes*. Save the children. Save the children. {*echoes*. Save the children. Save
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An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time. Unsuspecting victims no warnings no signs. Judgment day the second coming arrives. Before you see the light you must die. . Forgotten children
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end of love. Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the children who are asking to be born. Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn. Raise a tent of shelter now, though every
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rhymes of our women's, A river that never ends. The Rhymes of Dimension, Surrounds us with fire and friends. And roaring through darkness. The Night children fly. I still hear them singing the rhymes
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man in their pocket. Counted the cost of their material gains Children say, "Come what may. Be strong for the friends you've known". But one fine day, far away. Can we remember the love we used to
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Take one last look at what you're leaving behind,. 'Cause there's no coming back once we go. We are the children of an innocent crime,. And its time to take down the throne. Although their heads
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staples center you can see America. With it's tired poor avenging disgrace. Peaceful loving youth against the brutality. Of plastic existence Pushing little children with their fully automatics. They
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La da da da da, la da da da da. Da da da. We are searchlights, we can see in the dark. We are rockets, pointed up at the stars. We are billions of beautiful hearts. And you sold us down the river too
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Song Song Of The Violin - James Otto. The last fifty years. Have seen laughter and tears. And your hair slowly fade to gray . Your children are grown now. And it's hard to believe. How the years have
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love be now ya . my dear, it's here in the underground . inside the hearts of your own children . in this house of suffering . i spiritualogic grin, in . one way grace is my friend . to conquer doom and
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twilight of my years. Watching, waiting silent there. Children running as were my tears. I look back and
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only in life could fathers be so cruel. What in the world are you dreamin' of. To sacrafice the son you love. You send your children off to war. As if you care!. As if you care!. To live the love
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passed since those summer days. Among the fields of barley. See the children run as the sun goes down. Among the fields of gold. You'll remember me when the west wind moves. Upon the fields of barley
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passed since those summer days. Among the fields of barley. See the children run as the sun goes down. Among the fields of gold. You'll remember me when the west wind moves. Upon the fields of barley. You
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will it warm. Bare, so bare this ole earth we live on. Won't cha tell me who has done the harm. Sparrows song, tell me will it fly away. Will our children. Will our children have a place to play
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Well, well, well, ah. A motherless children have a hard time. Motherless children have a hard time, Mother's dead. They'll not have anywhere to go,. Wanderin around from door to door. Have a
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Well, well, well, ah. A motherless children have a hard time. Motherless children have a hard time, Mother's dead. They'll not have anywhere to go,. Wanderin around from door to door. Have a