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Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002

thought I'd outlast those in my class
I've passed them by with time and now I feel I live in grief and grime
Such a crime, what a shame, those who've died I

song by Kevin Gates
Once they hear my name get a tiny little taste
I'll be headed to the top now there's nothing to replace
Floating through the room

moves
My shorty been down bad with me broke
And I can still read her my mind before a word was spoke
Bitches always wanna hit her line
Dinner time turn

yeah
Bae please no basic
I want bleu cheese blue faces, yeah
And i don’t want all these hoes in our mix cause
Good things can’t replace it aww
Feelings

Time keeps passing by
I haven't stopped to even look back
At all the faces left behind
But they're still in my memory
With that I am revived
Hello it's

where heaven ends
I wanna see the ocean
Crash right into my face
What is with this notion
We never fix we just replace

Don't make me beg
Bring yourself on over here
Times wasting by the second
Took her to the basement
I think it’s time to face it
It's happened can't

fear is precarious
No one can tell me to face what's inside of me
Your thoughts are hilarious
Living vicariously through me
Every time that you breathe
I

Angels won't find me (just to spit in your fucking face)
Where I am going (holding my baby pictures up like you're proud of me)
I'm leaving heaven (fuck

as clear as day
I promise
I won't forget you
This isn't goodbye
It's see you later
When the time is right
I can't replace your vibe
I'm thinking bout you all

reclude to the secret place where I need to face all my evil ways
Give me the grace to keep chasing You cause now all my sins can be erased
Heaven's

Cassy O'

George Ezra

Wanted on Voyage

2014

time
Oh, come on, let's face it, I'm only ever lost in mine

Well, I got my tracing paper, so that I could trace my clock
And the bastard face kept

time
Oh, come on, let's face it, I'm only ever lost in mine

Well, I got my tracing paper, so that I could trace my clock
And the bastard face kept

up from good sex
Hugs and tight embraces, the smile on my kids faces
Love and joy inside, see nothing can replace it
That's my motivation, see that's

on that ass
If I up wit this glock then you know I'm gon spazz
And you won't see a face cause we all got a mask
I bust at a nigga I complete the task
Wont

My Lover's Box

Garbage

Assorted [HMV]

piece of heaven
Send me an angel to love
I'm afraid I'll never get to heaven
They burn my hand
Scar my face
And blind my eyes
I'll steal your breath

faces wit cases, leave babies stranded
From the shots, on the block where they're ain't no chances
Chances of living pass bibs & pampers, pacified by way

Yeah

I was lost when I first fell in love with you
But even then I knew that this love was true

Heaven's given enough
But he has chose to give me

a slave though, always keeping face low
Pace slow (pace slow)
Fake paid (uh) media (khm)
Spinning up on their master's dick
That mini-brain neighbour's will

after death bring happy days
OK, replace the o with a and let it spray
Put my anger in a chamber, headed off to heaven’s gate
Spent a lot of time in

vacant stare
The cigarette smell in my hair
Or the fact that I seem pretty numb
You’re such a pretty face
But I’m afraid you won’t replace
The notion that

Not much to do in an old world
Not even much to say in a cold world
Every time I see your face
You're the one I couldn't replace
You stole my heart

to
replace so I'm faking it
Don't want regrets in ten years

Gotta learn to face my fears
Some people say time heals, but I feel how I feel
Never knew how