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one more time
Some say this way of life is done
But not for my father's son 

Three Generations
Before I ever came
Cut back these timbers
And bet their
from me
So shall it be written
So shall it be done

Watching, waiting
Staring at the Son
Not even knowing
Who you are

Three hours have gone by
3-D screen, one message
Keep working, generate, it's the same everyday

Don't you try, to know why
I can't talk, close that door

My father gave
In a little country village not very far away
There lived a rich but aged man whose hair was turning gray
He had three sons three only ones both Jack
folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three 

Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God
I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon
my story, and who I'd come for 
She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore" 

My father's house shines hard and bright 
It
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steam
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin'
fired by the gray man 
With shaky hand 
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back 
So-called Friend runs for door 
Leaves First Son
I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin'
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin'
'neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin'
'neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
'neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin'
and who I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon
His Father's throne,
Gather all the nations to Him;
Every knee shall then bow down:

All creation, join in praising
God, the Father, Spirit, Son
down the Nile
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be
down the Nile
Plague darkness three days long, hail to fire

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be
His father was a man who could never understand
The shame on a red man's face
So they lived in the hills and they never came down
But to trade in
down the Nile
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be
the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are
The Double A down to Sheridan Square 
Her cell phone rings 
It's, like, her stupid father 
Be in the door by ten, again 

Pixeleen 
Dream deep my