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Jesus Christ will resurrect He's got his BMI royalty to collect He's not the white fragile hippie He looks and acts more like an indignant ICE-T Jesus
You took your dirty hand and squeezed my heart , laughed when I said let go Your grip got tighter then I decided I don't love you so I should have known
No pretendo ser la gota Que derrama tu silencio Ni pretendo la nota que Se escapa en tu lamento No pretendo ser la huella Que se deja en tu camino Ni
Oh yes Yes I did baby, yes I did It's funny 'cause for a while I walked around with a smile But deep inside I could hear voices telling me this ain't
Yeah, I'm goin' left (I'm goin' left) 'Til you lead me to the right Lead me to what is right I'm goin' left (I'm goin' left) 'Til you lead me to the
I'm gonna walk, walk dem golden stairs 'Cause I know my Jesus answers all my prayers Well, well, I know when He calls me to my home on high I'll walk
He ain't no saint I know he'll never be He don't stay home each night with the kids and me But just like a man he likes to have his fun And sometimes
If I had the time and lotsa money Then I'd take you 'round the world 'N' if I had a dime for every penny Then I'd buy you diamonds girl You don't even
With the fire from the fireworks up above me With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand You run for the cover in the temple of love You run
In the weird landscape, Bristling with demon shapes, Leaving of life protrude, Remnants of a man, Burnt earth and stench, Will last forever, You became
lyrics:Let's go! Don't wantcha for the weekend, don't wantcha for a night I'm only interested if I can have you for life, yeah Uh, I know I sound serious
I'll be as strong as a mountain Or weak as a willow tree Anyway you want me Well that's how I will be I'll be as tame as a baby Or wild as the raging
When you were a kid and you wanted a "doll" you got it! Don't ask how you did, but when you were a kid and you wanted a "doll" you got it!
Sing to me, Mr. C., sing to me the song that I've been waiting to hear, just for me, Mr. C., just for me, and everybody else will disappear . . .
Oh, I am just a student, sir And only want to learn But it's hard to read through the risin' smoke From the books that you like to burn So I'd like to
I'm gonna move, baby Way out on the outskirts of town I'm gonna move, baby Way out on the outskirts of town You see I don't need nobody Always hangin' '
[Donald D] In the street, blood is spilled My sniper skills make me lethal and ill [buck buck buck] the fat lady sang From the ceiling I watch your body
