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Joy, joy, God's great joy. Joy, joy, down in my soul. Sweet beautiful soul saving joy. Oh joy, joy in my soul Listen to the music. The sound of the angels. Come and see the child. Who can make
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Joy to the world the Lord is come. Let Earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare Him room. And Heaven, let Heaven, Heaven and nature. Heaven and nature sing Everybody sing joy to the world
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Where do I go when there's nobody else to turn to?. Who do I talk to when nobody wants to listen?. Who do I lean on when there's no foundation stable? I go to the rock. I know He's able. I go to
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When you're down and in despair. Don't be uneasy because He'll be there. Say don't you worry, no, don't you fret. The Lord has never, never failed you yet So hold on, help is on the way. Hold on
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Oh, he's all. He's all over me. He's keeping me alive. He's all over me. He's keeping me alive He's all over me. And he's keeping me alive. The Lord is keeping me alive. I know he's. He's
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When road is carved up yonder. I hope you see me there. It's in the water, it's where you came from. It's in the water, it's where you came from And the crowd begins to wander. And they cry to
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back now We ride a dying star. Across a burning sea. We're like a supernova now. The fire is burning in me. Mass hysteria, mass hysteria Giving up. I won't stop fighting. Bring it on, it wont phase
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back now We ride a dying star. Across a burning sea. We're like a supernova now. The fire is burning in me. Mass hysteria, mass hysteria Giving up. I won't stop fighting. Bring it on, it wont phase
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back now We ride a dying star. Across a burning sea. We're like a supernova now. The fire is burning in me. Mass hysteria, mass hysteria Giving up. I won't stop fighting. Bring it on, it wont phase
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come home again to Wales (Choir alone). We'll keep a welcome in the hillside. We'll keep a welcome in the Vales. This land you knew will still be singing. When you come home again to Wales (Bryn
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Song Bullet - Infinite Mass. Load up your bullet, shoot me through the head. You ask from where you standing, you must think I'm dead. Load up your bullet, shoot me through the head. You ask from
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merry organ. Sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a blossom. As white as lily flower. And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ. To be our sweet Savior Oh, the rising of the sun. And the running of the
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oxygen. Contaminated water is what we drink. Pollution, killing the plants we need. Mass suicide caused by the engineers. . We all live in this dying world. We will witness its final fall. Caused by
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Joy to the world the Lord is come. Let Earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare Him room. And Heaven, let Heaven, Heaven and nature. Heaven and nature sing Everybody sing joy to the world
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darkest desire. When life sings for you through the devil's choir. Fear (Hey!) wont (Hey!). Steal what burns in you (Hey!) I'll carry on. And wait for the fire. My desire, devil's choir. My desire
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. . Preachin' to the choir. . Walking through the forest. In my birthday suit. Feeling free and dangling in the breeze. Soakin' up that sweet sunshine on my body. Thinkin'. "Hey, this is the life for me
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them again. Pre-Chorus Andrew Taggart. I know it breaks your heart. Moved to the city in a broke-down car. And four years, no calls. Now you're lookin' pretty in a hotel bar. And I-I-I can't stop. No, I
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the king . . Whose star shone in the east and what a dream it was . . In London Town I walked around Piccadilly Circus . . A mass of people movin' here and there I wandered where . . On every
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merry organ, sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a blossom as white as lily flower. And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to be our sweet Savior. O the rising of the sun and the running of the deer
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Bài hát By The Light Of The Silv'ry Moon (With Paul Weston & His Orchestra, The Norman Luboff Choir) - Doris Day. Chorus. By the light of the silvery moon. I want to spoon. To my honey, I'll croon
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Bài hát Dig A Little Deeper (Feat. The Pinnacle Gospel Choir) - Jenifer Lewis. Mama Odie . Don't matter what you look like. Don't matter what you wear. How many rings you got on your finger. We
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, . Send that little child to me, . All day the Doctor, . The Doctor, . Handles his responsibility. Lookin' like a Choir Girl, . Cryin' like a refugee, . Lookin' like a Choir Girl, . Cryin' like a refugee