I want to sing a song for You I want to sing a song I sing about Your mercy I sing about Your love Your goodness, Lord Your righteousness I want to sing a song
want to sing a song for You, Lord Lord, for You I want to sing a song And I want to lift my voice to Heaven And listen to the angels sing along A song
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I want to sing a song for You, Lord Lord, for You I want to sing a song And I want to lift my voice to Heaven And listen to the angels sing along A song
to figure they way out Hey, hey, hey, all we ever wanted to say Was chased erased and then thrown away And day to day we live in a daze We march all
reggae and jazz some rock and roll could be cool but I'm a hip hop baby from the heart and never flip flop baby gimme a drank and a song and I'll be stress
turns on its like im trapped in a song, trying to find the right words so the whole world can sing along, and if i lie in a song it aint coz im writing
got a whole lot of heartache from missing you Now tell me baby, how long Won'tcha come home And must I sing this song Won'tcha come home Oh, I must stop this third
I yearn for the days that are gone! I'd wake in the morning to a whippoorwill song. There by the fire sits my lady fair. Singing this song as the combs
Yes, I am. Oooh, yes I am. Rains came the very next day but I been gone to long. There's a gal in Portland town and she sings a marryin' song. Goin'
stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing
all singing along Somebody started thinking about the third line And maybe someone's saying a prayer for the first time And that's enough reason to keep me singing my songs Singing my songs
a third verse that The Who or you might want to do! Gonna take two secs, gonna write a fine tune for the JFK kin! Gonna sing this song till word comes
's a playa can't associate with the plexin' Bone hard, bitch, Mo City, Texas And a veteran don't get me wrong 'cause put you a glass Pour you a glass
calling your name You feel like your life is fading You're tired of waiting, for your moment to arrive But tomorrow will bring a song that you can sing
