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Live Worship with Bob Fitts & The Maranatha! Singers (Bob Fitts) · Send My Love Send One Love (Born Jamericans) · Maranatha Music: Top 25 Praise Songs 2014 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 20 Years of Hope: Maranatha! Music (The Maranatha! Singers) · Maranatha Music: Top 25 Praise Songs 2014 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Worship [Maranatha] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Songs of Revival [Maranatha! Music] (Maranatha Music) · Maranatha Friends (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Cappella Praise [Maranatha] (The Maranatha! Singers) · Maranatha Latin: Quiero Alabarte, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be
singer just won't sing no more
 You can roll the reel for hours from the movie from this book
 Its a question mark upon this heart of mine sends an elder
Old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be
of a movie star walked by
He must have been high

Sorry I can't stop and talk now
I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow
But I'll send you a tape from California
quite in a shell 
Drink and listen to that song
A whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale

I was good shad tree mechanic
So I send myself
Tumbling curls of green by the stainedglass streaming light
And a yellow coloured lampshade used to keep us up all night
The smile upon your face,
The singer of the shadows of his soul
So he's been told
Sorry I can't stop and talk now
I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow
But I'll send you a tape from
American style
Dig it, prick or prey
I'm quick to slay with the rectifier shit, caught by the ricochet nigga
"I got to know"
[Chorus x4: sampled singer
that if I try long enough and hard enough that someday I'll make it
Don't worry about tryin' to send me any money or anything
Cause I've got a job
said 'you are depressed
But I'm glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in another
pop me one
While you by the bar I grab your boy a shot of rum
I'm the shit to the point you gotta stop I got the runs
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Why they all
hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me

I's out there
want?

[Female Singer]
First you want me in
Then you want me out
(Ya'll niggaz is too fickle)First you want me in
Then you want me out

[Verse 1]
You
ways
Challenge the system
Relating is easy on a demo
Did I meet you on that demo?
Now they'll send it by memo
Fax me a memo

'Cause there's no
on a rock
But tears came to my eyes when he showed me my block

[ Tevin Campbell (& Andrae Crouch Singers) ]
Stokie's just Stokie, mama
(Stokie's Stokie)
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side.
(Right there
Proud as can be)

I's out there paintin'
read too good
Don't send me no more letters, no
Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row
else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
Granddad 
And beat me like a side of beef 
I screamed, "Send me back to the hills of Europe!" 
He just shook his head and said, "Nope! 
No one will ever
was filled with grief.
To suit himself he drank a pint of Old Grandad,
And beat me like a side of beef.
I screamed, "send me back to the hills
I can't stop digging the way you make me feel

I took a little time
Scripting all the things that I tell you
I'll send them through the mail
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
of accusation, pure speculation

The bad man Zulu send flowers to you momma and check make sure 
Seh you wifey back home well secure

Believe me if I tell you this
are not convincin'
When detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman
Niggas get popped for instance
Infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops,
the hell alone
They just cut off the telephone
They send me nasty letters at home
Sayin that they want to sue, cause my payments are due
Yo, didn't I just