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just to sing about

Can't be more broken than I've already broke
Can't be more hopeless when I don't have hope
When she sees that I just don't care
just to sing about.

Can't be more broken than I've already broke
Can't be more hopeless when I don't have hope.
When she sees that I just don't care
without you
Don't want to ride without you

I'd rather feel bad inside and cry alone
Then to be placed up high and praised upon a thrown
See I'm only
't count on any reprieve

The hands of the helpless are raised
Your dead little secrets are praised
The people stand dumbstruck and dazed
By the inches
Real life, broken glass
Left them by the sea
Holding onto things
We don't really need
Our edges used to
Fit together perfectly
Why does something
She has the wind as a witness
She has feelings that fly by night
She believes in forgiveness
But it's not love if it holds too tight

And you
and God be praised 
(I?ve got the VICTORY, the VICTORY) 
Every situation I face, I win 
(I?ve got the VICTORY, the VICTORY) 
And everything works for my
and God be praised 
(I?ve got the VICTORY, the VICTORY) 
Every situation I face, I win 
(I?ve got the VICTORY, the VICTORY) 
And everything works for my
the victory, the victory
Because the devil is defeated and god be praised
I got the victory, the victory
Every situation I face I win
I got the victory,
Ethiopian face
Showed the wisdom and the ignorance of a crushed, undying race

And he said, "Now don't be weepin' for this pretty bit of clay
For the little
And as your life passes by,
Remember how it feels to be
Children Of The Sky

(Instrumental Section)

Don't let the memory die,
Childen of the sky, heroes
Woo!
Music up please!

Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK
Uh alright, yeah
Born and raised in
Woo!
Music up please!

Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK
Uh alright, yeah
Born and raised in the U.S.A
't count on any reprieve

The hands of the helpless are raised
Your dead little secrets are praised
The people stand dumbstruck and dazed
By the inches
and shrewdness in his Ethiopian face 
Showed the wisdom and ignorance of a crushed, undying race.

And he said, "Now don`t be weepin` for this pretty bit
stew
Sit while the kid of the Plug form aroma
Then grab a Daisy to sip your favorite brew
Lettin' this soul fire be your first prior
But don't let
favorite brew

Lettin' this soul fire be your first prior
But don't let the kick drum stub your big toe
See that the three will be your thread
But like
Sit while the kid of the plug form aroma
Then grab a daisy to sip your favorite brew
Lettin' this soul fire be your first prior,
But don't let
We hope you just open up your mouth and glorify God.
Has he done anything for you?

Holy,Holy
Worthy to be praised,Worthy to be praised

Can't
the victory, the victory
Because the devil is defeated and god be praised
I got the victory, the victory
Every situation I face I win
I got the victory,
And as your life passes by,
Remember how it feels to be
Children Of The Sky

(Instrumental Section)

Don't let the memory die,
Childen of the sky, heroes
my fault it lasted 'til dawn
Your mammy's got to think like me
It's praised by the academy
And she'd rather Gable than your dad
So tell her please
the streets
The crowd looks on
Claimin' sides they don't own
A house built up on
Their skulls and bones
Knew it be a matter of time
The play by play
Two
the streets
The crowd looks on
Claimin' sides they don't own
A house built up on
Their skulls and bones
Knew it be a matter of time
The play by play
Two
Become another casualty of society
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down

Be-cause you don't
Know us at all