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all by yourself Nothing stops You Nothing moves You You rule You reign Jesus son of the living God We see your work everywhere Everything around
of us And if those ancestors speak in a tongue of drought A breath charred by the desert sun too long left out A dream splintered by what they've gone so
biddy bum. If I were a wealthy man. I wouldn't have to work hard. Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. If I were a biddy biddy rich,
yourself off Start all over again Work like a soul inspired Till the battle of the day is won You may be sick and tired But you'll be a man, my son
yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, Till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, But
yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, Till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, But
yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, Till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, But
yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, Till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, But
yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, Till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, But
don't think about it It's alright If you don't look at it, it's alright How time slips away Live by the good book That's what the wise men say But
yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, Till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, But
yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, Till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, But
yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, Till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, But
yourself up, Dust yourself off, Start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, Till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, But
That ass you hiding couldn't be any bigger, figures I want your work (oh) but you dont work for free (you don't work for free) I heard you sir (oh) yeah
no gods There are no kings We are just men Feeding on living things We work hard to buy a bed To rest on when we're dead We work hard to lose We are
Something I did Something I don't I can't explain how to I cant' speak for everybody but [Verse 1] There must be more good women than men
By striking a good match And this could be the day. Men want girls with good taste, calm, obedient. Who work fast-paced. With good breeding and a tiny
admit I been tempted by drugs I admit that I just need a hug (I) I admit the devil talk to me sometimes But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
words: Jesus of Nazareth, a Man approved of God unto you by mighty works, and wonders, and signs, which God did by Him in the midst of you, as ye
down by my side Baby come with me Get high off of your life with me I’m trying to work on myself so be Proud of your man when I succeed ‘Cause I’m fucked
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty But the cardboard-filled windows and old men
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty But the cardboard-filled windows and old men
Come gather 'round, friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows And old men
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