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of this sight
Like birds in a cage
Asleep with closed wings
But like works stops with the call to prayer
And the birds recite
Here too are signs
God
in the west end, too
Ain't gonna tell my brickyard woman
What that woman in the west end can do
Now she works hard ev'ryday
An she brings her
To the wonders of this sight?
Like birds on a cage, asleep with closed wings
But as work stops with the call to prayer
And the birds recite here too are signs
matter what we must go on
Just keep the faith and
Let love lead the way
Everything will work out fine
If you let love
Love lead the way
Sitting
to man
I'd rather drink muddy water
Sleep out in a hollow log
I work for you like a Georgia mule
My friends all laughed, called me a fool
Your
When we want to love, we love
When we want to kiss, we kiss
With a little petting, we're getting
Some fun out of life
When we want to work, we
to your doorstep
They just lie there, and they die there
Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art.
Do you
man
Keep your work so tight to make your stash stay right and
Exercise your game man
Fertilize your grass player get your cash
Exercise your game
will forget.
Harvey's a CPA.
He works for IBM.
He went to MIT and got his PhD.
Sheila's a girl I know,
At B.B.D.& O.
She works the PBX,
of the things we believe
There's a whole lot of work we should roll up our sleeves
And we got a hold firm when fate's full like a sieve
Why doubt your plans
was wonderin why you went to work everyday
OK, yea, maybe to get extra pay
But when you stepped out, you was dressed to impress
(How fresh)
soon we'll be found
Well it's been rough but we'll be just fine
Work it out yeah we'll survive
You mustn't let a few bad times dictate
So come
heavily advertised
You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks
Policemen's buttons clean
You're the man who squats behind the man
Who works the soft
and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please
My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day
But it's not just for work
They say I need some rogaine to put in my hair
Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear
Oakley makes the shades to transform a tool
You'd hate
There is no pain Jesus can't feel
No hurt He can not heal
All things work according to His perfect will
No matter what you're going through
Remember
till it hurts
I don't mind if I do
Hey la la
I'm gonna love you till it works
I've got no mind to lose
Theres one trash heap burning
Fireflies
Something you got, baby
Makes me work all day
Something you got, baby
Makes me bring home my pay
Something you got, baby
You ought to know
My
you so
I won't say I told you so
No more spanners in the works
All the works been done
Had your face rubbed in the dirt
On show for every one
Ouija Board
Would you work for me?
I have got to say
"Hello to an old friend"
Ouija Board, Ouija Board, Ouija Board
Would you work for me?
I
pushed you down
Don't let nobody ever turn you 'round
Try, try to believe it
All the caring and hard work and trouble
Is worth the chance
You can
amends?
How can we be lovers if we can't be, can't be friends?
Look at us now, look at us, baby
Still tryin' to work it out never get it right
We must
Up in the mornin' out on the job, work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day
Fuss
can work it out together
And you have turned the tide
And made the world seem bright.
You and you alone
Have turned the dark to light.
You're my
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