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unrighteousness according to 1 John 1:9
Father On this Miraculous Monday
I ask that your spirit will reveal my short comings in every area of my life
Your sheep
or thin
Would you follow me
Would you follow me
Even though my dreams seem too far away today
Take a chance and
Stand by my side and
Lose or win, thick
only
It will be done by one who has shared this
Meal with me.
With a meaningful look Peter urged John to find out
Who it was
When John asked him
you
No mercy, let's just waste time
Those hours left on Facetime
Guilt ate me inside out, I was wasting away
But it was back on John St. when all
Loved by no one and pushed around
Tied up in a stable yard
Tangled and timid and howling hard
Till one day we took her away
Called her Magog shortened
Raising Mr Peckinpah
Sam's going to take away their hurt
They're raising Sam Peckinpah
Summoning him out of the dirt
Raising Mr Peckinpah
They're
the cross roads
Meet me down by the cross road
Tell them Like this
Yeah yeah yeah
Yo
Down by the river where John did wash our sins away
I'm on my knees
washing, she was widowed by a pipeline man
We're flatland hillbillies, getting by on what we can
We're river rats and john boat shrimpers, trouble in our
Brown water brushes, up against boulders
On Galveston Island sits my buddy John
He's been in the shop, fixing up furniture
Damaged by floods that
BlackDog/ Whole Lotta Love
Black Dog
Writers: John Paul Jones, Jimmy Page, Robert Plant
Hey hey mama said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat,
Bare the Scars
by David John Lynch
Every time I wake up dear
You're in my head and it's so clear
You got a big piece of my heart
A two way street
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
To decide for our life
I keep on wishing for that day
I hope it's not that far away
One by one
One by one
One by one
We fall like dominos following
microwaves
The type of shit to make a nigga turn the mic away
The type of shit to make a nigga take ya life away
Live now or die today, we ain't used
my livin' style, floatin' from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by federal
I'm guessin' fool musta passed away
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
own
And I love them Rambo movies
I think they make a lot of sense
And it's a shame ole John Wayne
Didn't live to run for president
[And I'm
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starting everyday
They can't take that away from me, he call me by name you see
He call me chosen, a poet, I'm shining like a star I show
Oh I got
I'm feeling underrated like Russ
I hope Satan get hit by a bus
Follow Jesus so I cannot lose
He helped me run away from the lust
Take off on a demon,
desert island
'Neath the sky where our sailors have gone
Have they drowned, in those windy highlands?
Highlands away, my John
Highlands away, my John
Intro: Richie Feelings (Tony Matterhorn)
Hey hey hey Bob!
How ya doin man, yes I'm in Jamaica listenin to this?.
Boomin riddim by Mario, seen, yuh
I hope you feel this shit
Top ten flow and it's still this shit
Went away, had to get away
Been away, came back and a motherfucker still the shit
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