Lyrics:
It’s Saint Valentine's Day!
It's the Holiday of lovers!
Write your lover’s name,
today we’re free in our desires.
Even modest sends
a love confession by
five, like a demon
Time running out, but you watching me
It paid a love, but you hate for free
I just kick it with the saints, call me Brulee
How you
I'm stuck here feeling righteous
As the day goes by
Familiar Faces
Wherever you roam
Wake up this life is over
You pretend to cry
You'll make
they know
Their fingerprints are hidden by control
This is where the line is drawn, see
You can't take my soul away from me
What do you need
guess it’s kinda sad
Now I got my money right it’s coming by the pack
When I fell for you my heart was red but now it’s black
Call me Saint Seiya rolling
prayer everyday by day
Is lord not unaware
Trumpets of the seven angels made ready to blow
The earth in terror still and grieving
Plagues are all the way
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
sea and me are one
Hypnotising Sun,
the radiance of a smile
I walk and laugh
like a golden child
Imagine secret lovers
and their mysterious ways
This is
the torches on Saint John's Eve
And I wanted to be wealth to you 'cause
You're above, you're above, you're above, you are above
My love, above, you
that
Well back then they called him crazy now days they call him a saint
Now the ones that called him crazy are still ridin' on his name
Well if he
done her wrong, you know that
Yeah, back then they called him crazy
Nowadays they call him a saint
Now the ones that called him crazy
Are still
We are dressed in robes of white
You see beauty in your bride
Brick by brick, stone by stone,
You can use this flesh and bone
Not with silver, not with
to someone you miss
But you didn't didn't have to cut me off like
The numbers we'd paint by are all out of order
That's not a complaint but I'm telling you
has told you "no", certainly not recently
But mamma and pa, couldn't give a shit
You're their little saint and your attitude they're ok with
You are so
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
'Cause someday you are gonna get hungry
And eat most of the words you just said
to a dying sun
The priests and saints have gone
Hear their cries, never ending
Shut your eyes and you're still pretending
Cut them down, one by one
Until you
I have had it up to here with you
I'm start-in to get really sick of you
I just don't know what to do
But what are you gonna do
I have had it up
better
Every year by year
You are the reason I can't be trapped
Or snapped by the fowler's snare
My whole life
I will give you my whole life
I will praise
of you constantly
The death of you is sucking the life outta me
You birthed 8 children 7 boys and me
I was your only girl child
You raised 6 males by
you
[?] love your body, want you get undressed, ooh yeah
Let my charm go [?], 'till there's nothing left, ooh yeah
Come from Saint Louis, they know
DECORATE THE WINDOWS
H IS FOR THE HOLLY HANGING ON THE DOORS
R STANDS FOR RUDOLPH THAT FAMOUS OLD REINDEER
I IS FOR THE ILLIONS OF PRESENTS YOU GET
S COULD
Speak peace oh Lord into my life,
I long and thirst for Your strength.
You are my King, You are my God
You are my Father and Friend.
It's in You I
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