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Rap Rap Rap (Hutchinson, Hutch) · So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · Alibi [Radio Edit] (David Gray) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Minimal Radio Edit (Experience of Music) · Technologic [Radio Edit] (Daft Punk) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Margarita [Radio Edit] (Sleepy Brown) · Radio Edit (Apulanta) · I Don't Feel Like Dancin' [Radio Edit Single] (Scissor Sisters) – and 90 other albums »


I've found instead
Down in Mary's land
Radio's playing a tune from the country
Fiddle and an old time band
Race with the moon to the edge
Long time ago in Bethlehem,
So the Holy Bible say,
Mary's boy child, Jesus Christ,
Was born on Christmas day,
Hark, now hear the angels sing
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, 
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow
And soon the wine began to flow and we began to sing

Now I walk the streets of Juarez town with Mary on my mind
But every window I look me in there's
fine
I wanna listen to the radio
Driving down Calexico highway
And now I know the signs for sure

Hold my hand
I want to share it all with Mary
What is keeping us from being His hands, His hands?

Mary's driving home again, turns off the radio
'Cause no one's writing songs about divorce yet
A child is born
On this holy night
And all the angels sing of the joy he brings with a star so bright
So come to see
Mary's sweet baby
And let our praises
someday I'll sing in a night club
I'll get a million-dollar break
A handsome man will come here with a contract in his hand
And say "Catherine, this has
this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust, it's just as well, Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
the arm spit, ha
Just that Brooklyn don shit
Along with the queen from Yonkers
Come on kiss the ring
Fore I let miss Mary sing
Supposed to you a soul
multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs

Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me
Brain kind
multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs

Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me
Brain kind
multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs

Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me
Brain kind
sound 
The world sings with me a million smiles an hour 
I can see me dancing on my radio 
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass 

Yellow
together for Mr. Rock n Roll

Save me
Love me till the day I die take me to the mountain high
Baby
Guide me through the great divide and lay me by
with a little help from his friends

Mr. Hiatus won’t ya save us from your radio
Because these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way
Won't you listen to the angels sing
Glory
To the new born King

Oh Jesus
Jesus
Mary's baby
Lamb of God
Heavenly Child
Jesus
Jesus
I Love Him
shit, plus
Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well, Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run
One day we are young

And by the next one we are old despite the years
And tears of gold precede the rapture

Time has its way with everyone
In
and then Mary go, round
I just ride, holed her down with the fifth by my side
Me and miss Blige
Look up in the sky it's a bird a that came
In the hydro
with the queen from Yonkers
Come on kiss the ring
Fore I let miss Mary sing
Supposed to you a soul in the everything, yeah
It's classic material
I
multiply survived by Thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs

Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me
Brain kinda
Won't you listen to the angels sing
Glory, glory, glory
To the new born King

He was herald by the angels
Born in a lowly manger
The virgin Mary was His
Long time ago in Bethlehem,
So the Holy Bible say,
Mary's boy child, Jesus Christ,
Was born on Christmas day,
Hark, now hear the angels sing
Mary came back in the middle of December 
With a scar she never could remember 
She was always so high in school 
And no one ever knew the difference