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tonight like fireflies
And one by one light up the sky
We disappear and pass the crown
You're beautiful, you're beautiful

We're beautiful now
We're
tonight like fireflies
And one by one light up the sky
We disappear and pass the crown
You're beautiful, you're beautiful

We're beautiful now
We're
soaring voices, forever changed by Your mercy. It was beautiful. Far away from all the lights and noise we felt You there. It's my favorite memory. You're
I see all the struggles, hidden beneath those lovely eyes
I know you were always running with trouble by your side
I will never question thing that
surrounded by the ones 
That you love when they keep passing
You by(passing you by)
Beneath the tough facade 
I know that we are getting through
None
a midnight dance
My beautiful one
All alone, such a long way from home

Now you're gone, you're too far gone
Overcome, you're too far gone

Days they
laws you're governed by?
Who cares what name you call a town?
Who'll care when you're six feet beneath the ground?

From the corner of my eye
A hint
or just maybe forgot
But he died in the gunfight 
Blinded by sunlight 
Never draw when you're facin' the sun
And old tougher than leather 
Just carved
you just converted to gasoline
And while you're burning the past, standing at inferno and chant

I'm standing in the flames
It’s a beautiful kind
the power, it's growing by the minute 
And pretty soon you're gonna see me wallow in it 

I feel good, a special kind of horny 
Flowers and trees depress
Align yourself
With the freed men
How can you deny this ground
You sold your flesh

Tell yourself that you’re a free man
Tear your vestments
the night when you're awoken from your sleep
And everything is violently taking you by surprise screaming
"It wasn't me; I'm just a simple, beautiful
We could have swam to the shore
With you clung tight
You could be dry whilst I drowned in my lies
Yet you're drowning all alone right beneath me
Look at all the beautiful buildings
scattered on the ground.
All the people enslaved by their liberations.
And look at all the bloodshed. 
The lamb
Written by Julia Fordham

I have been imagining myself
Under you over you outside you
I have been happy in my thinking

Drive me to the mountains
Can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with
Spliff in the ashtray, red stripe, I pull the lid
Her touch tickles, especially when
Well I want you to know
You're a figure of fun to everyone beneath lone-star neon blue broken sign
They wish they were you, like I wish you were mine
into mush
You're so beautiful you scare me to death
My hair stands on end with the warmth of your breath

If I look at myself in the mirror I see a part
And that's fine while you're working your charm
Look beneath the paint bitch its the scrubs who won

You used to say "Ahhh Hah!"
Look at him the same pair
By the time I was thirteen
I started taking shape.
At eighteen I was so beautiful
That the strangers started to gape.

They said "Enter
deviating so drastically from the initial script.
 
Tremble beneath the weight of inevitability,
and all the casualties therein.
Cower in the shadow
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell

One last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh
"The massive gray walls of the temples rise from the
Heart of every federation city. I have always been awed
By them, to think that every single
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell

One last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh
of these afflictions
Eclipsed by glory
And I realize just how beautiful
You are and how great your affections
Are for me

Oh, how He loves us so
Oh,