Lyrics:
much more what to say
But I know
I have a heart like the sea
A million dreams are in me
[CHRIS]
Good Jesus, John, who is she?
[AMERICANS (AND CROWD)]
This is the 23rd of April no May
23rd of May and John and I are
Sitting on the veranda of a hotel
That is in Tiberias Israel
It is right on the Sea
My love she is a gentlewoman
Has her living by the seam
I know how she has provided
This night for me and my foot-groom
He is gone to Annie's door
The ocean so
It always waves to me
And says aloha to the
Sound of a
Salty air sea breeze
Life in action
No distractions
Livin that aloha
Wherever you are
Pineapple
Dats what I like
Pineapple
Everyday and every night
And when you taste the pineapple by the sea
The pineapple go back to you back to me
Back to you
(Olivia Newton-john/John Capek)
As a young girl I came here by the sea
To a new home for my family
It welcome us with open arms
A chance to live my
she was Mary Hamilton
And lover of John Riley
And the maid of constant sorrow
And the mother of the doomed Geordie
One day by the banks
To tell the truth
John the Baptist fascinated her
He was just too clean, too wild
Too chaste to be true
Salome, on the other hand
Daughter of Babylon
When you go back to the origin of the Transatlantic slave trade
It started in 1555 with a man named John Hawkins
And he presented a business plan
This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by
A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on
Dark Ships in the Forest,
that city, the city of God
John saw the lion lay down by the lamb
I want to know everything about that land
John saw the day but he did not see
to say
But I know, I have a heart like the sea
A Million Dreams are in me
Chris
Good Jesus, John, Who Is She?
Americans
The Cong is tight'ning the noose
sleeping at John's
Waking up in aisles of 7-Eleven Slurpee shops
Immersing myself in flavors of blue raspberries and black cherries
That grew in poisonous
There's a promised land untouched by man
Prepared for the saved and the blessed
A city built four square far away somewhere
As a home for
A man stood alone
Captain John Smith
With his megaphone
All the time
We stood side by side
Back to back
It was alright
But now the time has come
To say:
can burn all the memories of war
Sometimes it's mountains lakes, high in the Sierras
Sometimes the peaceful shore of Hana Bay
And I'll take you
John F. Kennedy
This how I live, I ain't saving no pictures, I ain't gotta keep up with images
Ain't talking food, I just fucked two bitches by mistake
a mother fucking creep
Through the tents John cena you can't see me
Young nigga finna spend a few bands on a Patek Philippe
Big diamonds rose gold shining
the light don't seem too bright
You can see it this one last time
John and Jesus, parents of both children had worry in their thoughts
But were eased by
were. Maybe... you just got sea-sick! You'd think I'd be used to sailing after all our time spent at sea, but my stomach has been-
ScMUEL
This was
NcRRcTOR
The storm subsided
John Herschel climbed back on board
Sat on the deck
Out of breath and soaking wet
He looked to heaven
So many crazy
that city, the city of God
John saw the lion lay down by the lamb
I want to know everything about that land
John saw the day but he did not see
working on the boat around lunch time for the first time
A few days later it was go time
Took that boat up the coast line then into the Bering Sea
We were
still cant see me
I be in the bag like frontals
Yea i been in my bag like rih rih
Baby i get jealous bebe
But Call me john cuz a nigga cant see me
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