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There is no pain Jesus can't feel, no hurt He can not heal. All things work according to His perfect will. No matter what you're going through. Remember God is using You for the battle is not
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The battle. One for glory. All our brothers in arms feel the fire. We're conquerors, never back down. The battle. Tells a story. Of survival, the challenge will never be over. This is the race. It's
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Lay your cards on the table. Show the world who you are. Stand for the right. Cause baby you can never lose In your blood it's electric. And the power's in your veins. You've got a chance
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had to start again The days are a death wish. A witch hunt for an exit. I am powerless The fragile, the broken. Sit in circles and stay unspoken. We are powerless Because we all walk alone on an
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of regret. Or just the one little moment that we'll never forget I said, "Oh, oh, oh there's a heartache for everyone". (I'm waiting to restore my love). Oh, oh there's a heartache for everyone
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searching for each other. One spirit looking for the other. Caught between a hard. Hard place and a rock Two souls searching for heaven. Rolling the dice looking for a seven. To the tick, tick, ticking
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. To all the empty souls who still despair. I know it's the same for everyone. . No-one knows what it's like to be me. No-one knows what it's like to be me. Doctor and dentist, housewife and thief
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. To all the empty souls who still despair. I know it's the same for everyone. . No-one knows what it's like to be me. No-one knows what it's like to be me. Doctor and dentist, housewife and thief
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June, the 18th, 1815, the Battle at Belle Alliance. Marshy fields and pouring rain. All the blood and the Incomprehensible, oh Cannons fire, Cuirassiers attack. British grenadiers stand tight
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June, the 18th, 1815, the Battle at Belle Alliance. Marshy fields and pouring rain. All the blood and the Incomprehensible, oh Cannons fire, Cuirassiers attack. British grenadiers stand tight
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. Right down the hallway with open arms. To teach you a new game to play. Come on, come on. Soon it will be too late. Bobbing for apples can wait. We know you're used to sixteen or more. Sorry we only
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. Right down the hallway with open arms. To teach you a new game to play. Come on, come on. Soon it will be too late. Bobbing for apples can wait. We know you're used to sixteen or more. Sorry we only
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been fighting for so long. To hide the way we are Everyone, everyone is the same. Everyone, everyone is so damaged and ashamed,. Jealous and afraid They say the war is over. They say the war is over
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, they got us outnumbered. The way the swords clash is the sound of the thunder. And we are not going under, we will never run for cover. We battle for the victory and ride for each other. Chorus Sofia
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walked across the fields to see the children of the west,. But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors. Standing still below the ground,. Waiting for battle. . The fights begun, they've been released
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Run, why should I run away. When at the end the only truth certain -. One day everyone dies -. If only to justify life. Live, I've lived a thousand lives;. And anyone is the right, the just life
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working for the weekend. Oh Everybody wants a new Romance. Everybody's going off the deep end. Everybody needs a second chance,. You want a piece of my heart. You better start from the start. You
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battlefield. Set a table for a feast A tide of black, the Bishop's men. Equality their right. Swarmed like ants across the hill. Their aim at last in sight The King's men dressed in purest white. Were
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Christ's sake, it's Christmas. So for Christ sake let everyone know. They all have the choice so lift up your voice. Make sure they know by Christmas Eve. Pray that everyone sees that we've opened the
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, never wet. Hands full of money, all in debt. Sun coming out in the middle of June. Everyone's gone to the moon. . You see a long time ago life had begun. Everyone went to the sun. . Parks full of
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down Not everyone deserves the sun. Not everyone lives for too long. Not everyone can turn you on. Yeah Strange. What people say. About your face. The way it changed It's hard. To fall behind
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Bài hát Face In The Sand - Iron Maiden. Everybody's waiting for something to happen. Everybody's waiting for something to see. Lunatics waiting for bigger disasters. Everyone's waiting for news on TV
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and sons. Love, love, love, this could be heaven for everyone. You know that. This could be heave for everyone. This could be heave for everyone. . Listen - what people do to their souls. They
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are almost suffocating. But inside I know there's. . Someone for everyone ooh. Someone for everyone. . There's got to be more. Than just getting thru the day. But I don't want to settle. Just
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bad, coulda had someone else. But the years that I've wasted are nothin' to the tears that I've tasted. So here's what I'm facin' 3 felonies, 6 years of probation. I've went to jail for this woman, I've
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Bài hát Everyone's Famous - Delta Goodrem. Superstars in the sky. Passing by. Stumbling in the dark, I wonder why. And I've tried, I'm not high. Everyone's famous. You want to be famous. And fly for
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Song For What It'S Worth - The Candy Skins. There's something happening in here. What it is ain't exactly clear. There's a man with a gun over there. Telling me, I got to beware. I think it's time we
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House for Everyone (Mason). . My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese. It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people
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House for Everyone (Mason). . My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese. It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people
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Bài hát For What It's Worth (The Voice Performance) - Sawyer Fredericks. There's something happening here. But what it is ain't exactly clear. There's a man with a gun over there. Telling me I got to
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The White Poplar's gift to the souls of the dead. A promise that it was not the end. But for the vine the "U", it's coffer Vowels and consonants. The power of trees. The power they hold. The power
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. No trace of the missing ore. Stealing our souls, we're out of control,. Knocking at death's door. All our beliefs fading into ashes. Heed the words that we pray. For a Hero's Return our hearts still